Random

The summer day I stood outside And lifted my face to the sky, Turned my face to the sun, Without fear of consequence; The busy December morning I ran through the snowstorm, Laden with packages And stopped to feel Snowflakes melting on my cheeks; The morning I heard music From the car stopped next to mine At a red light, And sang along; The crisp fall day I saw a clean V of geese Flying southwards And stopped to watch ‘til they disappeared; The dawning realization: I was free to give up control's illusion, I was free to veer off my chosen path, I was free to be random. Random: Total immersion and surrender Into something unplanned; As close to flying As is humanly possible. [‘random’, from Old French, 'randir', to gallop, as in the moment a horse at full speed has all four hooves off the ground.]