Possibilities
Maria Popova of Brainpickings shared this wonderful poem and commentary of Wislawa Szymborska’s “Possibilities” (with bonus reading by Amanda Palmer). I was inspired to try my own homage.

I prefer books.
I prefer cats.
I prefer maples in the fall.
I prefer Emily Brontë to Charlotte Brontë.
I prefer Christ to Christians.
I prefer keeping a black pen and notebook on hand (just in case).
I prefer the color purple (it pisses God off if you don’t notice).
I prefer ideas.
I prefer intuition.
I prefer to stay at home.
I prefer not to talk.
I prefer the deep love of years spent together to the rush of passion in new love.
I prefer truth.
I prefer kindness.
I prefer honesty without wounding.
I prefer watching.
I prefer silence.
I prefer deep snow in winter to sweltering humidity in summer.
I prefer fall most of all.
I prefer picking apples.
I prefer handmade soap and jewelry.
I prefer real maple syrup with buttermilk pancakes.
I prefer Riesling.
I prefer stacks of books and papers to neatly organized shelves and cabinets and drawers.
I prefer looking at the night sky in the country.
I prefer fireflies and frog choruses to birds.
I prefer my grandmother’s sewing machine humming.
I prefer the open sky that goes all the way to the ground.
I prefer my children just as they are.
I prefer possibilities to probabilities.