Tyche

 I manifest

Dust collecting into form

I solidify before the world

Whirling and whirring into human

Tangible
foot steps are seconds
In the clear I am one
In the dark another

The wind drags my laughter

across the countryside

To ears that long for the truth

who know superstition only

I crawl across the pavement
Unseen through the day
unrecognizable
meddling with fate