A Game of Chess

I am astonished how the universe conspires.

Moments and choices like building blocks,

helping one

create a body of living,

pure as water from a stream.

Life-

Sometimes so quickly, moving,

your feet flapping furiously beneath your body,

bounding madly, progress tangible.

Sometimes so still,

nothing present but

the breath, the faint

sounds of life around you.

All as a ripple in the pond,

a modest contribution—

Ever evolving, everything is.

Growth and decay.

I noticed what you did there,

great hand of the universe,

strategically, making way

in the distance

so as I grow nearer and adjust my gaze, that I may see

and acknowledge, deep within,

that all is as life shall be.