Kismet

In my hand I carry destiny

with the touch of my fingers

I can shake the earth beneath you

and cause you to fall into the chasm

or better still have the wind 

or the rain 

deal with you tenderly

and repay your kindness 

to the vulnerable

with a return of kindness. 

You believe

that your intellect

has run ahead of you

unfettered 

but I see how you have

disciplined your thoughts 

to have them range themselves

like a flight of arrows

always yearning 

towards the target. 

I will pour kismet

over you like glistening sand

and you will not suffer from it

I will refill the reservoirs 

within you

that you may be generous again 

without depletion.

Photo courtesy of Christopher Venn