It’s mid-March, and I can’t remember a year she was so determined to live up to her reputation. Every day, thus far, blustery winds blow. I feel the same. Did we even have wind last year, or were we so utterly disabled we just didn’t notice. We were more concerned with our disabilities, and calculating our probabilities. Is this year the year of great possibilities?
For if I can say, “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”, then how great is the possibility of me, who is a part of that existence?
Ah, but possibility is a realm of potential, and not a guarantee. It takes more than reason, but action to believe one is more than disabled and a statistic.
Blow on March winds, right into spring. I am as possible as you.
dversepoets.com Prosery…144 words of flash fiction or non-fiction prose using a line from a poem. I love prosery because I never think I can and then I do.
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”, –Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilitities”