To Destiny! Poem by Eric Cockrell

i cannot decide,
whether i be...
the spider,
the web,
the fly just caught,
or the moment before...
all of these, or none!

when a poet becomes
a simple carpenter,
trudging through life
with a hammer,
a few nails,
and a rusted saw...
looking for broken branches
to build an ark from!

one huge dark cloud
in a sky grown icy still...
writing thoughts on a notebook
stolen from a dumpster.

curiously drawn
to the strange and real...
a fly on the way
to destiny!