It never lands on the line
She understood
what the closing frame had said –
how fate intervenes,
and continues intervening,
in things that are meant to be.
She did as she had seen
and drew the circle, emotionless.
Perfectly round with a diagonal split.
In one section: “The End”
In the other, “The Beginning”
and said out loud in all honesty,
What it says, I will do -
and threw herself to Destiny.
She laid the pen vertically across the page
and peered at it a moment.
Then, leaning forward, she spun the pen
and waited for it to stop.
It circled several times,
then slowed. . .
and stopped.
On the answer she knew it would give.
She wished at that moment,
that wherever he was – which pub,
he would ask the barkeep for a pen
and draw that circle on the bar.
Turning around,
he would kiss the waitress as she walked by
and return to take a swig,
and position himself for the spin.
With a quick spike of adrenaline
he would huff, point his beer
at the bartender who would nod
ever so slightly understanding
that life was now in the hands of Fate.
Reaching in, he committed to his decision
and gave the pen a spin.
Posted by Amanda at December 07, 2003 07:27 PM
