Improbable

From Talking Stick • Issue 34 • September 2025


What are the chances

 

that any of us

would have arrived

 

whole, breathing

at this precise moment

 

in time and this exact

place on a small, spinning

 

planet? And yet,

we find ourselves

 

here as surely

as the flower

 

finds itself

lifting from the seed,

 

perhaps startled

to see what it is becoming.

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