Perhaps When It Regales You

When something captures interest,

it’s rarely opportune –

there is no planning for it –

it grabs at something inward in you

just when you’ve forgotten you will

ever change or die.

And then you turn around –

a sound, a sigh, a cry, a touch.

Your heart sustains a clutch.

It’s here: it won’t come later,

won’t come soon:

it isn’t near, it’s here.

Mostly it’s a serendipity of life: a lure,

procured: an unpredictability avails --

a slice, a break – that take

your breath. Sometimes it is death.

That comes on the sly. Perhaps

when it regales you, you’ll know why.

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