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 your life
While Fate, Moira, intervenes
At odd, unexpected junctions with
A nudge or a push at the right time
And to ponder fate’s interventions
Is to ask if the hindering winds
Distract you away from your path
Or disclose a new destination
