Sight Of Things To Come, the

These events come in threes
the saying goes; an outpouring
of grief, a wedding planned – what
is the third bird of fate in the hand?

As a young man one couldn’t walk
the distance to glimpse events at the
turn of the track – but age mellows
and mellifluence follows.

There is a sweetness of knowing
the past, of growing into spirit in
an eventuated existence, a sense
of being and having been.

If we rested here we could be content.
‘Could be’ is the advent of possibility
where things are not all they seem
and age makes it succinctly complete.

The third byte is the flight of freedoms
bright bird of paradise resplendent in
rainbows raiment – the light of the
Universe, the sight of things to come.
© 10 March 2007, I.D. Carswell