A Snowball's Chance

As were a pebble or a ball of ice

suspended on the precipice

the drop below would not suffice

to sway into or closer less

the wind would have Its way

As diving for its prey the raptor

so did our friend go forth

and though the wind, a careless captor,

thought nothing of his poor life's worth

fate and luck held sway

So early on the path was figured

and soon the slope did fall

and though it seemed at times configured

to hold him in its palm

the mountain had its say

Down yonder go thee! To the floor!

Down go thee all the way!

I shall hold back your fall no more

lest thou be content to stay

at rest upon my bosom.

So growing with the mountain's coat

of snow and leafy spoils

oft by hard rock was it smote

and slipped past as slicked by oils

of some savagery of nature

With each hard fall and sudden slam

his size did bulge and swelling

from pebble to a well fed ham

with gravity compelling

ever faster towards the bottom

Would think, perhaps, there would be times

when the path would clear for miles

yet though it seemed straight as these rhymes

did he crookedly down defiles

The trickster gods' own slalom

This is where I am now

This is where the story pauses

Halfway down the mountain, How?

With forced and sundry clauses.

My life begins to be mine.