Second Chances

It there’s one gift the world we reside in truly needs – it’s not fortunes great, oceans wide, skies blue - but second chances. A replay of events decisive, Those that made their impact though perhaps deemed trivial, like dayoffs due to snow. A different turn on a different street or a vacation in Mexico versus the black sands of Maui, all innocent things on the surface. Say Lincoln had succeeded at business and the nation never knew honest Abe, would we still exist as a rhetorical ideal union. Maybe if you hadn’t gone to college but had taken up opera singing instead, then you’d be happier than the seagulls flying over the wealthy sunbathing in Rio. We’d not be dazzled by your mystery novels as we pass time at the bookstore, but would be quietly comforted by your soaring performance of Don Giovanni while sitting stuck in rush-hour traffic, perfectly content as we listen.