I want to live and dwell in
the space of possibility,
not the corral of expectation
that is cabined, cribbed and confined,
but the place of opening out
to fields and hills and trees,
and the beauty of words flowing
in the sun and midnight sky.

I want to run in the fresh air
and not be chained to the samsara
of routines and strictures that
knead, pinch, coil and throw
my life for others, not myself.

This is possibility:
where the future does not
come like a speeding train but
is made in the deciding and the creating,
in the taking of chances,
in the lessons of failure,
and in the adventure of moving on
and crafting a future in the act
of living itself.

 

24/1/2026