An Intrinsic Exquisite


does it matter who I am?




will I become whatever I become
regardless of what I think I am or wish to be?

I can't see fate as having the ability to work within the interstices of the umbilical cords
connecting me to the moments of infinitude of choice

and I choose
and I choose
and I make my way this way

the wind of circumstance pushes against the sails of my will and I travel
in another direction entirely - neither the direction of the wind, nor the direction of the sail

it's as if those two balance each other so that the boat can get out from under the weight of those two extremes - the completely active (wind) the completely passive (sail) - and move, putter, cruise, bob, wobble along getting intimate

with wave after wave

each one the memory of a wag of a fish's tail