Improbability

Oh, no, I’m not here

For a reason.

It’s an almost comforting thing

The fleck of light of a chance

The infinite things

That had to go right.

If I were a different person

There’d be a thousand people trying to tell me

I exist for a reason,

But I was almost her

And instead I’m me

For no reason.

My birth and death are atoms apart

And yet a million moments will exist.

I will listen to all the songs

And wonder what they meant

And walk all the paths

And try to walk them faster

No, wait, slow down

Make my atoms last longer.

But all they are

Is fractions

Of ice crystals and leaf stomata

And all I am

Is math solved for days

Of im 

Probability.