I never knew I had a ‘way’. And still it shows up day 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. Forgive this frilly, dilly of a joke. I can be such a silly yokel With punch/pun-ny lines that hit my funny bone(s).
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 actions and concerns.
A/The/My Way 8.6.2017 Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin