I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Even for those immeasurably flawed.
I know enough of the world to recognize I know nothing about why I am.
The inkling that flits through my consciousness from time to time says that cherishing the next breath, is the only moment of any consequence.
Worldly goods are just that..worldly.
They will still be such way after my time has come, and the worms are having their way with me.
Or, if I were bold enough, long after I’ve been scattered to the wind.
For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to include the lines below in a piece of prose.
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”
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