Imagining the improbable,
OOthat’s fantasizing.

I imagine the improbable

Whatever it is,
OOfor good or ill,
OOI come to know it intimately.

I suspect, then accept
OOit may be probable. I come to recognize,
OOrealize the probable
OOrestng within the improbable.

I nurture that probability
OOwith my time,
OOwith my attention,
OOwith my energy.

I live with it.
I rise with it.
I eat with it.

I find a way,
OOthe universe finds a way
OOto give it to me,
OOto make it real.

For good or ill
OOit becomes mine.

If my improbability is for good
OOmy energy and experience
OOis wonderful.

I emit wonderful.
Good seeks me.
I know boundlessness.

If my improbability is for ill
OOmy energy and experience
OOdoes not serve me.

I don’t recognize
OOthe good at hand.

I am crowded by fear.

Either way
OOthe nurtured improbable
OOcomes to pass.

Either way
OOthe nurtured and imagined improbable is achieved
OOand is mine,
OOof my making.

For good or ill,
OOI’m living in Fantasy Land.

Tekla A. Syers resides in Chicago as a student and teacher of metaphysics; smitten grandmother; dabbler in culinary arts; semi-retired fund development and nonprofit management consultant; and a craftswoman. She enjoys music and art in myriad forms and makes time to observe and reflect on why folks and things are as they are.

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