Kismet

Unexplained encounters, Undulating terrain, I'm standing in the rain, Hemmed by downers. I find myself in a direction, A way I know nothing about, A route that's beyond discretion, It's an everyday bout. Where are the answers that I seek? To unravel the mystery in my walk, To refrain the hands of the enigma's clock, Disperse the shadow that makes dawn bleak. Dawn chauffeurs the unexplained, Within me, these are curtained, I'm saddled with the unseen, None of these could be foreseen. Everything I do not know, To this, I do not yield, I only utilize its vast field, Keeping hope alive as I go. March 12, 2023. Writing Challenge - "K" Words - Poetry Contest, Constance La France.