Poem: An Uncertain Strategy

An Uncertain Strategy

I can't know who will come
stumbling through,
roll in by chance
or else by a choice made
or a bit of a whim
that turns the head this way.
It is never certain
what will work or why
or who it is
that it has worked for.
I have no science
for assessing it,
for determining
what is best 
and what is not so good.
I think it is better,
though, it keeps me honest
and a bit free.  I do not know
what would come of it all
if I were so calculated
in each decision.
I suppose it might help,
might improve things
in tangible ways,
but the intangibles
matter so much,
don't they matter, too?
It is not as if
I know how
I would do otherwise,
even if I wanted to.
It is only a question,
another one
that cannot be answered
and only throws doubt
on what will not change.

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