What Do You Call It?

It was in 

the rhythm 

of the rattle

that I tapped my toe to today

that rattled me yesterday

in a different

way.

 

It was there 

when the clock 

told me I was late

and I told it that being in a hurry

wouldn’t make me any faster.

 

It was 

the exhaled breath 

with which

indignation

at something

insignificant

was exiled.

 

It was there when I realised 

I was 

afraid

not angry.

 

It was the choice

who’s outcome

fed my 

soul. 

 

 

What are the chances 

of being born?

 

I had to google for the answer.

 

And then the answer made me smile.

 

What do you call it?

 

 

Reviews

[Kent Rawski]

riddle me this elle is being then a past tense of becoming nice write I had to google the chances of being born 1 in 400 trillion

[danielle.]

Ummm no I think that being would have to be the present tense.... like up until that moment you were becoming but now you’re just being

[danielle.]

Pretty long odds though hey?

[barleygirl]

I admit, I read fast & I rarely sit & ponder poems before I review them. This poem demanded that I stop a minute & really read it over again so I could really think about each life juxtaposition that you present. I find it interesting how your verse length got shorter & shorter, as if you start out pondering the complexities of life & then gradually filter it down to a few raw realizations & good ones! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Aurora]

Beautifully epiphanous! Reading this is rewarding.