Alea jacta est.

I have asked a question,

Yet, what is the response

That I await?

Are they of good tidings

And I should look forward

To the arrival of the herald?

Or are they of impending doom,

And I should attempt

To run away from my fate?

I do not know.

While my message

Has remained unanswered,

My mind cannot remain

Attached to the current soliloquy

That I listen to.

I am distracted

By every miniscule event.

Raindrops falling on tile ivy

Remove me from my present state

To an imaginary world

Where I am at peace.

But then, the message arrives.

Am I to open it

And understand my fears,

Or to dash them, being unfounded,

Upon the rocks of happiness?

I am troubled.

I cannot hold out any longer,

My curiosity moves

My bumbling fingers

To open this awaited reply.

I am trembling.

What joy! What reign of happiness

That rules my relieved heart.

I am unburdened

By my heavy thoughts

That weighed so heavily

On my mind.

I am now to rest

And relax in blissful exaltation.

And I am thankful.

3 Dec 1985