NOVEMBER
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.