Entropy

Now the entire world suspends its breath,
Awaits in wide and deep expectancy –
We watch the lands, skies, seas for signs of death,
Or maybe life returned to fitful glee.
The moment now is quite precise:
All’s tipped and trembling on a fulcrum’s end –
To be decided on a throw of dice
That no sagacious prophet can portend?
No, for the universe responds to which
Holds greater weight, death or the drive for life –
And choices in the turning of a switch
Eventually will fix on what is rife.
We wait and watch, but we decide ahead:
A sleeping late or getting out of bed.