It spins
Like a roulette wheel
Like a compass seeking North
Like a random
Chopping knife
Dicing close across the board
Move your fingers
Slide surreptitiously deep
Hide them in pockets
Where the mind cannot reach
And know
Whatever comes
You’ll be fine
You’ll be fine
It’s just life
It slides this way and that
But you can withdraw
Anytime
And don’t get caught up
It’s your mind that’s magnetically attracted
To the rolling sound of dice
Gamblers all
We like to think we have some control – it’s a nice thought
But really?
Everything
Just
Rooooooooooolllllllssss
*and it’s a waste of time and energy to lay your bets or hedge chances – time is better spent building resilience and that comes from being okay
No matter and come what may
The imagery in this poem is on another level, I could visualise every movement in my head 😌
Thanks Hannah, life gets a little tossed and turned at times, but it will eventually level up. 😊
You’re most welcome, thank you for giving us all hope 😊✨
💕
Reminds me of one of my favorite songs by Doris Day:
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
I don’t think I’ve heard but it sounds like a very sensible song Len 😊