Welcome Serendipity

Welcome serendipity.

Welcome gift of Eosphoros.

Welcome sun.

Welcome first robin trills

celebrating the first worm.

Welcome first thought

let it be pure, alive, potent—

a race to art.

Welcome first breath of fresh air

wafting from a window

already wide to the world.

And if it is raining, welcome rain

and the drumming drops

on budding trees

or black-topped lot.

Welcome thunder: the

laughter of Zeus that shakes

our spirit awake with its rolling

accompanied by his lightning of good fortune.

What will the day hold more perfect

than this waking welcome

unmarried by other moments—

even if a seeming repetition of yesterday?

For this nascent moment,

all is auspicious—morning magic,

a menu of maybes.

For this first instant, all are a child again

innocently unacquainted with 

the waiting world without.

For this instant, all is sparkle of ethereal dew

and mystery with only good unfolding.

For this instant, even a pessimist, like I,

feels the possibility of a positive—

sees a bit of brightness in the future day.

Serendipity—even the saying if it is song.

Kathleen A. Dorholt 

NAPOWRIMO 

April 5, 2021