Shell Game

It’s a cosmic shell game, really.

I make my choice and

eagerly await the big reveal.

Empty? Or full of goodness

and mercy?

Does the canyon

exposed by the

graceful whorl

mean that I have

chosen poorly?

I talk to myself

(this is not a sign

of madness, but

of knowing that I

am not flotsam

in my own life):

The canyon could be

gnashing of teeth

in the Pit of Despair,

or a vast wonderland

where I leap

chasms beside

a laughing God.

I choose leaping.

This is a Magpie Tale and a One Shot Wednesday.