The Vagaries – 12th September 2026

Inspired by and slightly paraphrasing from this article at The Marginalian.

Could I be the river?
Could I be the fire?
Without being consumed
by the vagaries.

Waiting to live a life,
urgently fading away;
Lost in a labyrinth
of the vagaries.

Here lie my words; I had no choice.
Everything was easy, yet I made it worse.
You saw me live through it.
I had no choice; here lie my words.


A most precise parsing
of my amazement at my time.
My meditation
on my vagaries.

Let me know your thoughts