And impossible

What seems like death,may be a new beginning
Not the beginning of what we had planned
But the beginning of what was hidden,only symbolised
It’s not the strength of  the man, the father
It is the strength of women
Afraid,suffering ,lost, they carry their newborn across rough ground
The strength to enter an unknown future with no provisions
No,only life itself will carry them forward.And if they die
At least they have tried,unlike their men,The men who lusted
The men who have no care.What  is one seed  when they have so many.
Yet  out of one  seed a new  being can grow.
Our plans are provisional and worry us
Already the supermarkets beg us to book our Xmas delivery.Don’t let an unknown person steal your slot!
We may miss out.Our minds are caught on these hooks
While we miss the great river.
Everything  comes from  a chance meeting of two beings who did not know what they were doing.
Unthought,unknown,but possible.And true.And impossible