Pilgrims of ChanceA Poem by Y. CountsWhat shapes we make, we pilgrims of chance! How we carve out the world, and leave each other stunned, with new fissures in our hearts. A continuous jellyroll of disappointments, I in you, You in me. What a funny pair we make! Reeling against nature and forming the formless into what we believe is best, only to be bowled over by the larger mechanics of the universe. The fabric changes under our feet, the walls turn into the floor. The cat is speaking Japanese and giving great advice. And we are still so convinced of our deft plans, our plotted lines and schedule, while even the earth shifts us in our sleep.
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2 Reviews Added on March 18, 2008 AuthorY. CountsCAAboutMy Writing: I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tin.. more..Writing
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