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