TODAY

SOME CHANCES COME TO THE MIND

BY THE DAWN OF SPRING,

SOME DELIVER THEMSELVES UNTO

THE RAINBOWS OF FALL,

INTERMINGLING WITH THE SPARKLES

OF WINTER,

OR COME DURING THE EMBRACE

OF SUMMER SUNLIGHT.

SOMETIMES A CHANCE

GETS CAUGHT WITHIN THE FINGERS

OF US, THE CAPTORS, WHO

SEE THEIR LESSONS OF HISTORY,

TRANSGRESSIONS AND FULFILLMENTS

INTO THE DEPTHS OF OUR LIVING.

OTHERS, STILL PASS THROUGH TIME

UNTOUCHED, UNACKNOWLEDGED

THROUGH THE SWEAT,

OF OUR HANDS,

AND WE MAY PERHAPS,

WONDER ABOUT THEIR IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE,

IF WE EVER REALIZE

THEY EVER PASSED THROUGH US AT ALL,

IN THEIR IMPENDING FLIGHT.

A CHANCE FLIES BY

EVERYDAY THAT WISKS US ALIVE,

AND EVERYDAY ONE MERE CHANCE

OR OPPORTUNITY,

MAY SEEM TO ERASE

ITS PATH IN THE SEASONS,

WE SO MARVEL IN

FOR COMPLETENESS.

AND SOMETIMES HOLD,

IF WE EVER REALIZE

THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN DOING,

ALL ALONG.

JAN 1998

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