Simple Twists of Fate

 

Stone Poem

You stoop to select a stone

to toss down the lazy path.

It rolls, reaches level ground, stops,

stays in place when you pass.

Later that same day,

an angry walker

seizes that same rock,

flings it far into the woods

where it lands hard,

jostles a few pebbles,

and then the stone is home

for another thousand years.

THREE THINGS THAT DID NOT HAPPEN

I almost saw Nessie

lift her curious ancient head

above the black waters of Loch Ness.

Hey, that would have been something.

I almost won the jackpot

with triple double diamonds

in a colorful, clattering row.

Oh yes, that would have been something.

I almost had a child.

She was there in my womb

until chromosomes killed her.

My God, that would have been something.

That would have been something