CCCXXV - Uncertainty

Theme Thurday had the topic "Life's Uncertainties".

I thought I would try something a little different to my normal style.

It was fun and hardly hurt at all.

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Uncertainty

Nothing  is certain. 

Not even the end of this poem is known

at this point in writing. 

But, on the other hand, it has been shown

that people demand, insist even, on a definitive sign,

a sign of some sort;

horoscopes, gypsies, a minister who can present a heavenly report,

that will provide comfort, however slim,

and a rail to hold as they venture timidly, as a flock,

along the slippery boardwalks of life, as we know it, Jim. 

Life is a seemingly endless spiral of highs and lows that mark

the unpredictability of existence on this unbalanced, unsettled,

over settled, concrete and metalled, lump of wet rock.

Serendipity shadows our steps. 

The wayward car that runs the lights. 

The chance meetings, right or wrong. 

The advert seen in a paper, seldom read. 

The meaningful glance across the room, from the lady in the red dress. 

Abnormalities, genetic or achieved without SPF25. 

A wayward lightning strike, much more likely than lottery largess.  

But still possible, none the less.

The decision to take eight-oh-five instead of a train five minutes later. 

All small variables in our travels through the smoky and veiled corridors
of time and space that make up our day.

But the truth remains: nothing is certain.

Would you really want it any other way?

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery

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