What Serendipity Makes Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Dense grey clouds of sadness covering the sun,
the weather reflects the sad feelings of humans
returning to work, soft rain falling like the secret
tears of those who frolicked in the sun and now
have to return to their workplaces, everyone

agrees the challenge is good & all believe new
adventures await - but before they can get into
stride, they have to say goodbye to their happy
pleasures during a short period of grief for losing
what they had in order to open space for what

is to come, I am secretly terrified as I must bide
until Monday when life will be reduced to early
mornings, seeing the sun rising gloriously then
into the office and walking on tar among shops
unless I walk uphill to fir trees around the sand-

stone of the Union Buildings, though the future
is beckoning - my expectations are always too
high, my ideals impossible and my dreams out
of this world, chances of falling flat on my face
are so big - yet I can't give up on all these -

I need a core to anchor me to delight & beauty
and if it means suffering for it, I'll just have to
take it, smile and get up again because this is
what life is, a game of creating dreams - and
discovering what serendipity makes of these

[2 January 2015]