Unfurled destiny

Is there light

That bursts through

Magpie clad trees and

Will have you turn your

Face to the azure, the

Leaves shuffling with the

Dawn of the wanting day.

In the whispered rustle of

Ants at my feet, sticks

Settled by snake steady track

And the roaring audience looming

Of a sky that would call

Me to a wish, to a pull

That seeks beyond me.

Wondered foresight, pledged to

Hear me, in this space I

Keep before me, as it

Strains and it straggles

With its due

But I know not

Where this ends, and

Somehow that doesn't

Matter as it unfurls

To take its final

Form.