Doubtless Destiny’s ether-gears are turning,
Blocks sliding, rearranging themselves into new shapes,
Aligning in different planes; invisible wheels
Inexorably rolling, skies stretching and burning.
Cradles have swung, shrunk, disappeared:
For I’m comfortable sitting in seats now
That I once could never have reached …
Around tables where I was the very active opposite of welcomed;
Feeling awkward, contrary-wise, where I was once at home
Yet relaxed in territories where I regularly trespassed and poached.
I have half-glimpsed many different faces
(Glimpsing me back I would have to guess)
In midnight-smoothed waters, and I force a smile
As I begin to realise I may yet be willingly playing –
And sooner than I know it –
The roles I once set my heart and face against.