Sunday, March 23, 2014

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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