Sunday, November 08, 2015

Poetry Sunday

Some people believe that everything in life is pre-ordained, that the course of our lives has already been mapped out and set down even before we were born, and that we are powerless to change our destinies. I don't happen to believe that, but it does make a useful hook on which to hang today's Poetry Sunday offering ...

Calvin's Theory of Predestination
by Betsy Johnson-Miller

Some people will be chosen
for the job, the Wednesday night poker game

for the limited number of spaces
available in heaven. Only so many

spoons fit in one drawer your mother
would say

and the same is true for clothes
and closets

shelves and cans and let's be honest
hearts and loves.

I cannot love you because I love another
is a problem

that sometimes gets admitted
over wine

in a restaurant
filled with people choosing

this dish over that meat
choosing something that will fill

the middle of their beings
or leave them slavering like a cheetah

who missed and pass that
would you? and let's be friends. Yes

let's drink to being friends
and then we can all go on our way

remembering the best part
about being chosen is that

you do not have to stop
for anyone along the way.

I'm glad you chose to stop here along the way and share this little bit of time with me.

Have a good day. Come back tomorrow for Musical Monday. More thoughts then.



Elvis Wearing a Bra on His Head said...

A nice poem.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

The poem leaves the reader with something to ponder. It's satisfying. A great choice!

allenwoodhaven said...

Were we destined to like this poem?

Anemone said...

It's in our stars.