Each second I watch pass through
my fingers

a journey travelled to the
ending already ordained
long before
when my DNA lay
dormant in my fathers blood


Fate is a child’s dream

Destiny
dog-eared tarot cards
flipped over on a cheap plastic table top

I was told once
long ago
my future was
not clouded by doubt
or confusions


the fortune told
not gift wrapped in
smiling illusion

And though I followed
the meticulously placed foot steps
leading through my life
just as she said


I walked finally
from the smooth paving stones of what-will-be
into the sharp crushed rock edged
uneven tracking’s of might-be

And the air
is much crisper
the bite of cold
a potent reminder

of alive

and how I am

making choices after all..