How thin the membrane between no and yes,
you’d never guess, without seeing the bigger picture
in which we all feature, for better or worse;
life wavers between blessing and curse,
depending on moment or season,
on whose life, relative comfort or strife.
Hard to swallow food for thought, what the Oneness
has wrought, a single globe of infinite variety,
any two beings can be poles apart;
behind the lies we lead disproportionate lives
in which situations and results conspire
either to immiserate or imparadise.
Much to our surprise, it transpires that
Abaddon is but a suburb of Eden
and, unlike heaven, hell has no curfew;
beware the inexorable talons of fate
that would menace our destiny
given half a chance.
With dignity and grace let us forbear
either splendor or squalor,
making the best of circumstances;
may we get what we deserve,
may we deserve only good,
and may justice and mercy upraise us.
Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 300+ publications in 31 countries.