"What if..?" I ask myself when fate or fortune
Interrupts the passage of my life.
How could I have done more or less
To print my will on the events?

"Falling sparrows" came the reply
Out of the darkness
"Providence," another voice cried.
"With a few margins of choice."

Sooner or later. It doesn't really matter
Because time is not on anybody's side
And is immutable, sooner and later
We bite the proverbial bullet and accept.

Then it's easy, living second to second,
Feeling from second to second
Being in the moment, your moment
Utterly aware and staring at mortality
Right between the eyes. Only then
Do you live eternally.

Darkness is just a breath away
But the sweetness of life
Its up and downs
Its loving and its warmth
Its tragedies and losses
Wraps you up warmly
In the glory
Of memory
And who you are.

You loved and lived.
Fallen sparrows will rise again.
And chirp wantonly
Looking for opportunity.