I put my head on the pillow and drift off….

 

Shiva sweeps aside the remnants of yesterday:

Gains, strivings, losses and ambitions

Clearing the table for tonight’s game

Flanked by greater and lesser angels and demons.

 

I’m lost in dreams while a silver ball spins against the

roulette wheel of my soul.

Each number an affection, a state of being

randomly selected for the next day.

 

The silver blur slows

Jumps, flicks and rattles from one bay to the next:

Happy, blue, angry, drained, joy, sorrow, hope…

Each have an even chance.

 

The crowd around the table leans in

Waiting to see it fall, to claim possession.

The fate of the following day rests on this outcome.

A day of peace or another of battle?

 

But they wont know, I wont know

Until my head lifts and my eyes open

And I feel it saturate my body and soul

Ready for another day of starting again.