I know I might meet my fate at any moment, possibly before I finish this poem—struck by lightning from an approaching thunderstorm.
I have lived an incredible life filled with family and friends, an academic education, and a satisfying career. I've raised two wonderful children to adulthood.
I have survived to enjoy retirement, staying active with a flow of creative ideas for short stories and poetry inspired by my nomadic travels.
I love my life; I embrace my fate as I grow older, my hair turning gray and my faculties diminishing, completing my journey until the time comes for me.
Each morning, I wake with my heart pumping and my eyes blinking open, relieved that fate didn't take me in my sleep, especially not before I edited and submitted this poem for review.
Thus, my fate is neither chasing me nor delaying until my time; it is my companion, aware of my enjoyment of life.
So, until my time arrives, I will wander nomadically, gazing upon mountains, prairies, deserts, and landscapes, strolling through dense old-growth forests, and smiling, knowing I am happily in love with my fate.