the moment

Recognising the moment
proves impossible
ribbons uncurl darkly
from my centre, reach out
obscuring the view
and I cannot identify
the moment
the right moment
for the life of me,

I’ve never been good at
or “decorum”
I reach out,
only knowing how
to be loud

this requires a subtle touch
and I am incapable
of such –

I never know the moment
so the moment never comes.

October ’09


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