Uncertainty

Look up, look down

where the radiating beam of our eyes

Hover up and around 

Ricocheting like the buttoned up

yet clamorous clashing of 

Rainbow coloured darts

Each one,

Unique in its own right,

Is nonlinear and introspective

Of the targets and troughs

That the eyes hover over,

The darts don’t always pierce with precision,

The brief hums of tension and whistles

mirror the essence of uncertainty.

A game of chance,

Or a game of strength,

where our eyes

glance and grace overboard

Enlarging, growing,

The eyes never stop

Pinning the target.

In the sea of lucid dreams,

Or in the plateau of uncertainty,

It has the blessing power of a saviour,

Though not a panacea for the problems

Up or down.

We must learn to see 

With clarity and sense,

That hitting the bull’s eye 

With the rainbow darts

are not always up or down.