Palm Of My Hand
In the beginning of every new day I turn on the kettle to boil water for a cup of Yerba Mate tea. I place my pillow and folded-comforter against the wall to use as a backrest to lean upon, while sipping away... pondering my very existence. Click, click goes the virtual keys on the cell-phone that I hold in the palm of my hand, tapping each letter one by one, carefully spelling out my thoughts onto the tiny screen before me. What could all this mean? And, what, if any, purpose does it hold? In the moment, it would seem that it means absolutely nothing but, inversely, could it be that these series of simple words strung together by empty spaces, in fact assist in shaping the future that may or may-not one day manifest into existence? Is it possible that I have always been the creator of my past, present and future, unbenounced to my very own consciousness? If this is true, I'd have no one to blame for my numerous failures or congratulate me for even fewer successes, other than myself. Am I responsible for nudging my life along to where I am today? Is this an awakening to a revelation that would serve as a means to self-metamorphosis granting control of all future forth comings? What great power I would then hold in the palm of my hand. Never again would undesirable outcomes of unpredictability hold sway over my fate or destiny. What changes would you make if you had the power to control the outcome of your future?
Michael K. Englmann
May 03, 2022
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