Admitting to Fate
Coincidence is not fate
Says reality formed, looping like
Crochet work unfinished by some
Bored Deity
Coincidence is not fate
Says slender legs settled in a
Plastic pink chair just to fulfill
A “Requirement”
Coincidence is not fate
Says tired fingers cramped
Above a glowing keyboard
Hours later
Coincidence is not fate
Says hands quaking over a major change
Form from stable S-T-E-M to
Lilting literature
Coincidence is-
Says Coincidence-
Coins
Fate
This poem is about:
Me