O Fortuna
Do we come upon a time
in life,
only to find ourselves, again,
drifting, in and out?
And then, perhaps, find a door...
that may have been there
all the while...
in the midst, thereof?
And do we contemplate some power,
greater than our own resistance,
and come upon those greener pastures...
we've been searching for?
And just a while longer,
do we create...
our precious diamond
in the ruff?
A diamond, in the end,
from our own struggles to survive,
that we may find...
somewhere?
And from our labors,
do we become some architecht, perhaps,
of our own fortune,
or mis-fortune?
Matisse will say...
forget the past!
Get on with your own way...
in the time of life.
If only to embrace,
that freshness...
from our instincts,
and imagination!
And what about those hidden values...
we pursue?
Would there be a trifle left,
perhaps?
O Fortuna!
Copyright © Robert Obrien | Year Posted 2017
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