by Kate MacDonald

What path will I choose to take from here,
I gave Reiki a twirl, that was fun.
I’ve attempted Feng Shui, tackled Yoga,
I once walked in a Charity Run.

I’ve read Tarot a la Mystic Meg.
Swirled tea leaves around in a cup.
Read bumpy heads, and sweaty palms.
I’ve not ever been one to give up.

Is there a meaning to death and life?
Are we given wings to wear?
Is every step we take pre-ordained?
I’ll send back word if I ever get there.

Will I be lying on clouds sipping nectar,
With a harp I can strum with élan?
Or will it be structured and class driven,
all still bowing our heads to the man?