A/The/My Way

I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up da by day

Laws but felt, themes unmeant;

Through sudden fountains of content;

Through many offshoots but one road,

No signposts to direct or goad.

Still it is:

A kiss of fate though non-insistent,

Usually

An accident and serendipitous.

 

And because, and just because it is a whisper

I’ve no choice

But to

Tune into

And obey,

Swaying to its hinted push,

The glint of pressure

Nothing but a pure, faint sureness

And a pleasure.

 

———-

 

Minutes past I ate three plastic plates of pasta.

(a pun-ny lie, but funny)

Now I sit with pen in hand

On my verandah, in the wind,

Thankful for not understanding

Karma’s muted law un-grand,

Inscrutable but suitable

To me alone,

One on her own

Within the schemes and actions of concern.

 

A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

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