The next, best thing

There will be a time

when the thing grazes the tips of your fingers

and you sense

the displacement of the air

between you and the thing.

Do not mistake this displacement

as your own.


Your feet, shoulder’s width apart,

are planted as they should be

The thing was not yours.

Not that one.

Maybe not even the one after that.

Do not lunge

at a near-miss

lest you come unmoored.

Best believe.

Extend your arms,

bend your knees,

open your heart

for the next, best thing.


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