I prefer comedies.

I prefer dogs.

I prefer the maples in the Smokies.

I prefer Pannenberg to Piper.

I prefer myself with people to myself left to my own devices.

I prefer keeping a pale ale on hand, just in case.

I prefer the color blue.

I prefer not to maintain that that guy is the real problem.

I prefer experience.

I prefer to stay late.

I prefer the absurdity of hope to the absurdity of not hoping.

I prefer, where love’s concerned, to risk it all despite my inclination to hold something back.

I prefer a pour over.

I prefer heights.

I prefer podcasts to articles.

I prefer exploration to discovery.

I prefer unanswerable questions to unquestionable answers.

I prefer having some wounds.

I prefer soft lips, since mine are so dry.

I prefer many things I’ve mentioned here to many things I’ve left unsaid.

I prefer the time of love to the time of fear.

I prefer the good news first.

I prefer not to ask when the baby is due.

I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that there are an infinite number of ways

to kneel and kiss the ground.

based on Wislawa Szymborska’s “Possibilities”