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
 Photo by Ryan Young on Unsplash