Whose Fault Is This?
It seemed to me some sort of sign
although many see things that are mere coincidence
and perceive them as they wish for them to be
I myself, I think
have misconstrued some of my past observances
as proofs of reasoning
proofs of discovery
proofs of love
truly, one can never know
what is a sign and what is not
one will determine something
the Act of a higher power
Another will see the event as their own creation
whatever is true,
I don’t know
I only want to figure it out
which of the options is it
that I have chosen
Only then will I feel
at peace
I searched to find
writings from my past
but instead find a brand-new pen
I did not know that I owned
Beside this was a scrap of paper
well suited for its ink
Was this luck
Was this chance
Was this divine intervention
or is it my carelessness
misplacing a pen
that could have been more useful to me
years ago in my studies
months ago in my studies
or perhaps last week
Should I waste my ink
with this?
Ink may serve more importantly elsewhere
I cannot be patient until
I decide
Was this discovery
out of my control
out of my power
was it due to the fog
in which my thoughts travel
Whose fault is this?
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MAS (poems)
