Being born, into this body and place Is ordained by fate and necessity Yet what’s fated is only a portion Of what is and what might be And Necessity, Ananke, apportions To you only what is necessary and Not accidental, not good or bad, Not even guaranteed within a life While Fate, Moira, intervenes At odd unexpected junctions with A sly push or big shove in right time And to ponder interventions of fate Is to ask if the hindering gusts Distract you away from your path Or disclose a new destination