Opportunity
often speaks in riddles
               an anxious precipice
                              tumbled stones
                                             climbing wind

a sunlit valley could be a city
               a city could be leveled
                              the years gathering together
                                             to rebuild the valley that was
               opportunity

is the vision beyond sight
               a world of dreams
                              expressed in folds
                                             so close to finding
               opportunity

will find broken things and fix them
               or break the things that are better broken
                              not resigned to decide
                                             that responsibility rests on you
               opportunity

passes quietly like a loved one
               not seen in years
                              love kept safe in the closet
                                             in a box unopened
               until they are gone