The imprint of a hundred seemingly
Insignificant incidents inform
The actions I perform apparently
By my free-will during the daily storm.
So how do I begin to illustrate
To you the who, the what, the where, and why
Of motivations that proliferate
As I try to explain and justify.
And how should I presume to know about
The impulse and the impetus behind
Your choices and the words that you speak out
In a moment that should not you define.
No wonder in the middle of the squall
We’re led to say, “That is not it at all”.
September 2013
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