By Emily Dickinson:
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
My reading of that poem today is not the standard one. Still, one wall against despondency, defeat and depression is to dwell in possibility. Maybe it is not a wall but another secret exit door that leads into something different, a door which will not be locked in either direction. From reality to possibility and then back. To a better reality? Let us hope so.