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.