The poetic city: “Musings Under the Oaks: Contingency”

When a butterfly flaps, our future may be found. (Photo: Wiki Commons)

Musings Under The Oaks: Contingency   
For every choice we make
there are countless ones 
we didn’t make. 
For every outcome 
there are countless others
that did not occur. 
At each juncture 
where we must decide 
which way to go 
there is no way to know
with any certainty 
what the outcome 
will be. 
We think of ourselves 
as self-directed particles 
whose power lies in agency
in an expanding universe
when, in fact, contingency rules 
by chance and probability 
and the wavelike nature 
of our presence. 
Reece Burka 


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