There are moments when
Things revolve around me and
I think that there might
Be a way to move
Forward.
I can see
Green eyes, or an awkwardness
Onstage, the scent of
A particular past, a touch
Of my arm. No harsh,
Sneers, sighs. Instead, a glass ruby
With wine, a trumpet
Or double bass, tells
Me I’m worth more than
I feel.
You know, not
For long, but just long enough,
These moments come, take
Me unawares, allow me
To breathe, hope, think and
See, that really this
Might just, just be…
ok.
