Being born, into this body,
This body and these circumstances
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
When the time is ripe

And to ponder interventions of fate
Is to determine if the hindering
Gusts are meant to distract you
From your current path or shift
Your course to a new destination