Twisted Fate

Sardonic grin

dances across my lips

as I contemplate

that fate

may be having a laugh

at our expense.

First…

the sea was way too choppy.

Second…

the air too salty.

Finally you come ashore.

The beacon flared bright.

I watched

I waited

I only wanted to have you.

Time though

it ticks past

making mock of my mood.

Batteries die

storms come alive

the police got in the way.

What the hell?

What is it about you and me

that has the gods in an uproar?

What do we share

ties

ideas

want of being

that karma strives so hard

to keep us apart?

Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 29/18

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