Bewilder

Stood atop a heap of hybrid dung
declaring victory mine alone
with a parable & a chord to strum

A lucky streak – unbroken thread
following as a rule of thumb
with thoughts as cloudy as an evening sky
drifting on a summer’s breeze
thoroughly confused as I can be
snugly sandwiched between life & death

A sense of mystery on the decline
questioning the Fates:
Whose child am I?