Possibilities with a nod to Wislawa Szymborska’s “Possibilities” https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possibilities-21/
I prefer tugboats.
I prefer dogs.
I prefer the weeping willows by the Seine.
I prefer Silverstein to Shakespeare.
I prefer myself loving my neighbor
to myself liking mankind.
I prefer finding an exit, right away, just in case.
I prefer the color blue.
I prefer to maintain that reason
is the same for everyone.
I prefer perception.
I prefer to be early.
I prefer talking to my daughter about anything else.
I prefer the old full-service gas stations.
I prefer the clarity of writing poems
to the circuitry of not writing them.
I prefer, when love’s been spurned, memories go their own way.
I prefer obscurantists for directions to my GPS.
I prefer stunning politeness to the successful boast.
I prefer the earth spinning dizzy.
I prefer mastered to masters.
I prefer having no reservations.
I prefer the hell of knowing
to the hell of the unknown.
I prefer Collins and Ryan to the Times’ headlines.
I prefer honey with bees to bees without honey.
I prefer fog when docked, not hail.
I prefer sunrise to nights so dark.
I prefer Babar.
I prefer to sing -- but will not right here -- at the top of my lungs.
I prefer poets on the loose
to those confined to prose.
I prefer time to write to time to fight.
I prefer a walk in the woods.
I prefer to ask, keeping in mind everything is possible
for its own reasons.