Fate's Forest

Fate’s Forest
Quizmo LaGrande

I lumber through night’s discontent,
Dark, dank anticipation.
I stumble over life’s torment,
Abiding slow consideration.

A forest full of trappings,
Dampened bark, musky lath,
Mossy intervention,
Velvet green on question’s path

A slippery, sliding passage,
Careful footing be the test.
Sly air of trepidation
Hangs heavy, pressing best.

Wild thought, a screeching memory,
Though its meaning’s hidden ‘bout
In shadows watching, waiting,
Calling struggle, calling doubt.

Now drop of solid anguish,
Fall full to damp the air,
Yield steamed hallucination,
Rising folds of tepid stair.

Blackened trunks, a stoic standing,
Under thunderstorm of urge;
Increased precipitation
Washes clean with lightning surge.

A crashing, then a quiet.
Hush, the air is clear
A lone trickling of courage,
Deafen sounding to no ear.

A twinkling of the morrow
As new dawn wonders in,
Folly gleaming through life's foliage
Peeking through fate’s forest grin.