The Power of Intention

The Power of Intention
---- Big Frank Dickinson

The best of intentions, who doesn't have these?
They sit like birds on a wire, all in a line, but
With the first clap of thunder they scatter;
Do they line up that way ever again?

The call center's associate informs the voice at the
Other end of the line that much as she would like,
The computer won't let her; but in a perfect world
Her intentions would prevai. So where do they go?

Do they recast events in some other dimension;
The world of what was wanted; the well-intentioned
Outcomes, played out as it should have been;
Where the sluggards rise early in spite of weakness of will.

Where the words always come out exactly as you intended,
And are received and understood as conceived;
Where late-night resolutions see the light of day,
And take on a life of their own oblivious to future vacillations.

The power of intentions like dark matter, in this universe, would
Then override the actual, invisibly pulling events toward intended
Outcomes, overpowering the unacted, and leaping the gap
Between what you want to want and what you do.

"That's not what I meant", would never be said.
"Someday I'll get my shit together . . ." would be today.
A world in which the best laid plans would never go awry;
The backward glance always be the promise sought.

In that world would we pine for the unexpected,
Impossible liberation from the rigid rule of want;
Where prospects were uncertain, and what was over
The horizon was unknown and free of our sovereignty?