I am expectant of destiny: A poem 

I pick out wisdom from life’s fiction and fact 

And I walked all the way with my guns intact 

All the distance traversed always points to the start 

 It’s as if all circumstance is arrival even when I depart 

I am bound to secrets fossilised in me like peridot 

Ancient scriptures in hieroglyphs that past lives brought 

Such prescient intelligence is inscribed in my open soul 

This inheritance, though old, is as energetic as a foal 

God’s validation is a treatise to the enigma of sweat 

I am inebriated by the singular frankness of my bet 

In the apprehension of dawn, my illusions are windswept 

It’s for me to accept or reject outcomes, but without regret 

These visions inform me ultimate destinations aren’t violent 

And on the lips of the battle-worn even triumph be silent 

I have an embryo in my womb; I am waiting, the future, to see 

like an expectant mother for her God-sent offspring of destiny