ferality easy enough to come by
when you forget to make a choice
again and again 
the path tumbles into existence 
with each floppy footfall
may the road rise up to meet me
my ancestors murmured 
hopefully
superstitiously
with an edge of resentment 
scorching sunshine on blossoming freckles
the wind pushing everything 
to a culmination we all wanted to reach
and now
the uneasy silence of nothing left to plan for