What Are The Odds
Amongst the chaos high above
Endless clouds they push and shove
Mingling in a changing dance
What are the odds to acquire a glance
To glimpse the allure of a human face
From mist arranged in random space
The nay sayers say just odds and sods
A gazillion to one would be good odds
Not so, the believers who disagree
Grand things abound, above to see
Witness the bounty, witness the white
Targets in mornings crisp daylight
A myriad of phenomenon for one to see
Sky canvassing goes on o’ so endlessly
So don’t believe what the na sayers do
Believe yourself and enjoy the view
© Michael B Davis
Southport, Australia
