Me in Summer Window by Blanca
For all of it: The slight
of hands, and the sideways glances,
the easy lies, and the broken promises.
For all of it: The shallow breathing, and the
unsaid; the unforgiven, and the violence.
For all of it: The chaos, and the medicine,
the rub of things, and the consequences.
For all of it: The salt lips, and the summer
dresses, the bruised fruit, and the last chances.
For all of it, I wouldn’t change
a thing. Except, maybe, the timing.
–Bison Jack
Her Two Cents
We often speak of being, “in the right place at the wrong time” but doesn’t that suggest looking at events generally considered positive through a lens of regret? What if, instead of wishing to alter what has already come to pass, we simply look into the glass, capture the moment, and continue forward. “Do-overs” only ever exist in our minds.
Interesting poem.
Loved your .02. Yours is a great question. Why don’t we look into the glass, and capture the moment? Why don’t I? It sounds so easy. It is, right? That’s me doubting my resolve to introduce myself to someone I find in one of my favorite places, yet haven’t met.
If this person were a sunset, I would capture the moment, without hesitation. I love sunsets. I would capture the moment, unless Pittsburgh’s clouds hide the sunset, from view. That’s the right place, and the wrong time, no? If instead I use the moment to appreciate the textures of the clouds themselves, am I forsaking the sunset I was hoping to see?
Of course not! Yet this is how the mind plays its tricks, convincing us–well me anyway–that a moment, in a familiar place, may not be the one I want to seize.