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.
No.
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.
-FHB