Maybe it’s a gift

when the world draws back

in some public moment

or late at night,

and I can almost hear

my life leaving me

like a steady wind

around the house.

Maybe its a blessing

to feel that every moment

has so many purposes

and to be able,

to achieve only a few of them.

I hate it though.

Simple things

are so hard to figure out,

and so often

when you do it doesn’t matter,

and you have your life

like a common bowl of soup

cupped in your hands,

and then you taste it,

only half paying attention,

and then it is gone.