The poetry of maybe is first cousin to the poetry of perhaps. Kinsmen hailing from the clan of IfnotWhen, congenitally incapable of ever making a promise. Bred from infancy to sing in the low, sweet tones of an untroubled ocean. In whose depths possibilities and their opposites swim like shimmering schools of fish, back and forth through doors that are never fully open or shut, but always left ajar.
March 31, 2012