Destiny's Chance
When the rain had stopped giving earth her bath,
And sunrays shone upon the winding path,
I sauntered slowly to that great abyss.
My wandering had never felt such wrath.
Fleshy mushrooms growing on either side,
Where the Angel of Death could never hide.
Her whiteness invited a peaceful taste.
Feeling the texture my tongue still inside.
Something eccentric was calling my soul.
Trickling water had filled the sinkhole.
Mother earth had swallowed the raging flood.
I heard my mind screaming, “Jump from this knoll!”
Forty-five feet down should stop endless pain.
I remember making love in the rain.
Laughing for hours while our wetness dripped.
Will butterflies visit daisies again?
Such dark reflections traverse the expanse.
Birds sing again; make the two of us dance.
A yellow warbler on a fallen tree –
Today destiny cries for one more chance.
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for INTO NIGHT'S DWELLING Contest
January 13, 2014
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