Fate

Tossing the coin,

starting the clock,

my wishes flying through the air.

Flip, and then flop,

the metal my plaything ,

Is outcome equal to dare?

It’s taking its time,

It’s claiming my fate,

acrobatically spinning up to then fall.

Dutifully landing

on my sweaty right palm,

I’m regretting that I bet this at all.

Now clenching a fist,

I’m cradling the steel,

and slapping it flat on my arm.

It’s time for revealing,

and accounting my fate,

“Take no crap, but do no harm.”

The crowd gathers close,

and strangers now gawk,

I’m lifting my hand to reveal.

(They’re all simply stunned,

that I’d leave this to chance,

a far cry from the “art of the deal.”)

It’s heads, no, it’s tails,

I squint in to see,

The same message is simply two-sided.

And in that moment,

I realize the truth:

In the air is when I decided.