That split second.
Before you know what’s written on the folded slip of paper you’ve drawn from an old fish bowl,
which seemed to have no purpose further than fish,
Fortunate, or not so much.
A split second away.
in split seconds,
slowed down as though they are under water.
Try to choose wisely, I caution myself.
Fortunate, not so much failure.
Yet, I allow, to find my purpose, it may take an ocean’s worth of slips.
A to Z day 25