in ,

Happenstance

The day I step out

Of the web of my biases.

I’ll call it happenstance!

***

Lemme start with baby steps

Casting off the net of fear,

Willing to fall on ground unsure.

***

I know, at first I can’t soar,

So I must stretch my wings, and then,

Like foundlings, aim for nearest branches and more.

***

Perhaps, ’tis in that moment,

Coloured by happenstance;

 I’m light as a sprite,

***

Relieved of  Atlas’ weight.

I know for sure, then, happenstance touches

My being and strengthens my core.

*****

© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala

8-1-2021

Picture courtesy: Alec Krivek, Unsplash.com

There goes letter ” H”

*I’d posted this poem on PoetsInc. yesterday after it was written. 

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