Providence

Providence is surely found in a smile.

The kind of smile that stretches languidly over our hearts, Bagger Vance to our quickening blood flow.

The irony is, like a belated jubilee, Our own comfort sits so haphazardly across our laps that we are unsure what to do with it.

So when all the terrors of my past lives echo around the edges of my newfound joy,

I simply smile back at her and remain seated in the knowledge that I am here now,

And where I go from here is simply a thing of choice.

S.E Wells