Poem: "Crossing the Rubicon"

Love is always a gamble, but you have to take risks or be alone

Tyler B. Morrison

Sep 11, 2023

“Alea iacta est.” - “The die is cast.” —— Julius Caesar

This poem was first published in The Lost Country literary journal.

Crossing the Rubicon

By Tyler Morrison

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I raise my glass and risk a glance,
Wanting and fearing her notice.  

A gambler knows what wise men don’t:
That in these fickle moments lies
The balancing act of chance,
When the myriad angels dance on pins,
And gods will learn what Fortune grants.  

The die is cast. I catch a glimpse:
Her hair, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips.  
I see at once the fool I am again.