When the oceans recede in the morning light

we often feel that sandy walk is our right.

Seldom do we imagine there are greater forces

at work, stronger energy beyond our remorse.

While sitting outside in the park one afternoon

I watched the people milling about the playground,

wondering if their lives were any easier at noon

than in the evening when vacant eyes were around.

Would the world feel any different if one morning

awaking to the sunlit streams of energy peeking through

windowsills that capture shadows across textured walling,

our lives might respond with willing love that grew

strong in each action, each desire, each passionate alarm

going off in our heads that morning and thereafter in time.

For isn’t that truly the reality of our own personal charm?

Who is it that decides upon the travails we choose to climb!