Numb by fate

a poem by Anjali Nair

Out of rhythm,
out of base-
moving somewhere,
not in the race.

Not negative, not positive,
no charge of any kind-
attractions, repulsions,
leave them behind.

Doesn’t make a difference,
who’s there, who cares-
far from concern about
what Fate declares.

The indefatigable Inevitable
will be the Queen-
overruling opportunities
seen and unseen.