Hope, springs

When you toss your final coin
and roll the dice just one last time
eggs of doubt so newly spawned
the need to stall, the marks that sign
 
My stars, are they not aligned
scratching like a chicken
for a grub that I might find
in green moss that sticks like lichen
 
A fresh dawn, where day lay hidden
omens, swing the pendulum
wait at the lights, the red not switching
hitchhike from the desert sun
 
pestilence in a year that's gone
a marathon, the breath it's shortness gums
now, now the time for needs furlong
the finish tape or the starting gun
 
Look to mother nature, not deny
push the boat out from the shore
a small trickle that will edify
 breeze to find a safe harbour