Poetry Friday (5)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Potential

A billion stars in the corona of the mind

Is but a second in the deadly span.

A thousand leagues on every side

Leaves a wayfarer searching for the path.

Ten million strings are woven by the Fates

But not a one is longer than Lachesis' whim.

Six hundred coiled knots confound each birthing cord

But never more than one sees the other end.

There are a trillion forks in the path

Each with a hundred billion branches.

Sixty beats a minute tick the rhythm of our day

Until the halting shuttering stop of the last hand.

You could be anything,

Do that intangible wonder,

Or steer a smile in a sea of tears

But you only have one chance.

Later,
Adam