CHANCE MET ME ON CHRISTMAS EVE

 

Chance met me on Christmas eve and shared an idea over beer

About an opportunity to speed away from nonsense that spills to floor from mouths on gilded champagne flutes

The smell of an untouched world lying in wait

The prospect of a walk among clouds swollen with rain

To watch the birth of sunlight over snow capped peaks

To peer over precarious precipices without a parachute

A swim in glacial milk over a bed of time-smoothened pebbles

A saunter through virgin forest glades and flower beds

Where birdsong is undisturbed by traffic snarls

Be that as it may it could have been just another ordinary day

But the hands smiled at thoughts wordlessly taking shape

The legs quivered with trembling anticipation

To experience purity with every rejuvenating breath