Under rocks

I tried to generate destiny once,
scraping dreams from under
over-buffed rocks no longer showing signs
of weather sprinkled over millennia.

I suppose the clinical approach to fate
leaves little to chance and I often think
the odds that I somehow found you
preposterously implausible.

But here we are. Winds pound rocks
into sand and I count myself lucky
that I no longer have to sift, looking for
what I’ve managed to uncover in you.


© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott

Prompts for this one:

  • Fandango’s One Word Challenge – “generate
  • pensitivity‘s three things: “pound” “scrape” “buff”

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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