Monday Morning Poetry, January 2 2017



They’re known for their impossible dreams,

for having hope even in the valley of despair,

for living “it ain’t over till it’s over.”


Possibilitarians, they are called,

unrelated to parliamentarians and scholarly grammarians.

They have citizenship in Dickinson’s “I dwell in possibilities,”

and are first cousins of acorns (a.k.a. oak trees)

and caterpillars (a.k.a. butterflies).


Does a possibilitarian reside in your soul?

If in the mirror

there is a twinkle in your eye

and laughter in your voice,

you have merited the title of possibilitarian.


*word of Norman Vincent Peale

Robert F. Morneau