Feathers of Chance

The air of chance

sometimes thick

sometimes thin

carrying crystals from above

be they water or ice

riding upon the wings of flight

providing Life

for honesty and deceit

shadows and light

across our created landscape of venture

When

first appears

the crossroads

for you

for me

where love's furrows intersect war

and dandelions held tight

wave innocently at denim patched warriors

whose tiny hands gripping triggered sticks

shout charges at pretended enemies?

Where

stops

these roils of winner obsessions

these sinking intellects of satiated pabulum

drifting further and further from roads crossed

leaving behind the wilting petals of tenderness

Time's perpetual gentle kisses?

Still

chance flies for everyone

offering its descent or soar

its wings forever spread tirelessly

shading the heat

awaiting dawn's impending dusk

gliding atop risk's ebb and tide

awaiting our everyday choices

to float

or sink

A daily stroll through Thought

affords discovery of feathers large and small

passed from above

floating reminders of life's molting

allowing

encouraging

rewarding those

who allow replacement of the lost

with renewed innocence of discovery

Dimpled fists

whether clinched about some yellow blooming

or wrapped around forest wrought weapons

eventually become mature with thought

or

irrelevant with ignorance

Might we

the scribes of possibilities

also serve the feathers of chance

the quills of tomorrow

the fluttering past

helping create a power whispered

upon the lips

upon the page

upon the rescuing freedom of choice?

Might we?