the nevers of happenstance

you never seem to know
beyond the candle’s glare
what lies ahead in darkness

with the frail veil of a prayer
you try to keep the flame lit
as the wind buffets about you

the taper flickers its admonition
there is only this now before you
this moment of possibilities

and each shimmer turns to pitch
each possibility follows the others
into the nevers of happenstance

- The Fool