The Fates

I watch the morning people Freshly showered and caffeined As they head into their day While somewhere all the fates convened… Deciding who would sink or swim Or who would rise above, Whose health or job would suffer Or who’d find that one true love. Each daybreak holds such promise But as hours tick away, We realize most of life takes place Where we have zero sway. I watch the evening people Trudging slowly home from work. There they’ll prep to face tomorrow Where the fates already lurk.