Fate's Sewing Class

I’m too excited

to be interested

in the tasks at hand.

 

I’m stressed,

anxious,

and hopeful.

 

Mashed into a ball

of black cardigan fury

and breathing slowly.

 

I feel like there’s so

much to do, but so

little I can control.

 

Soon it’ll be out

of my hands and into

one of the Three Fates.

 

Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos

handling the thread of my life,

weaving an imperfect tapestry.

 

The Fates watch the stitching

and the seams without concern

for color or blend.

 

Golden Shears ready to snip

the thread once the tale is

told, by hook or by crook.

 

The deed will be done

out of my hands,

to leave me breathless and tired.

 

Optimistic, yet tempered with

cynicism. The die cast, the template

made,  hope and heartbeats remain.