Pivotal

No idea that on that night

With wine in hand

Constellations tight

Conditions were ripe for an inner change

A silent force

Tilting the vane

Goodness knows what it might entail

He had free will

Should he send the mail?

--- Click ---

Life flowed it’s long path, steadily by

Twists and turns

In the blink of an eye

And now one evening looking back

With wine in hand

A thunder crack

He realised the click had started it all

Through free will or fate

It was pivotal

Chapter and verse stemmed from that night

So long ago

Almost out of sight

The night he knew without it he’d fail

And found the courage

To sent the mail