(after Wislawa Szymborska's "Possibilities")
I
like wolves
I
like birch trees
I
like the cliffs that climb up from Lake Ontario
I
like Verdi more than I do Wagner
I
like needing people from a remote, safe distance
I
like the scenes in a movie that haunt me
I
like to think there might be a god, maybe even more than one
I
like finding pools of kindness in unexpected acts of cruelty
I
like a rollicking storm
I
like to think my lifeless body won't just become litter
I
like to think the price of illumination is living
