It is rare that I cannot find the words
When it happens it is disturbing
As though the earth has tilted ever so slightly
Disconnecting my heart from my head
Separating that which I feel, from that which I need to say
So forgive me if this is clumsy
If the words do not flow as they should
That I cannot find them does not quell my need to express
It is —
Knowing what I want – surely is more difficult that not
Knowing what I want makes anything less — uncomfortable
Like a coat that is lovely
But doesn’t quite fit
Knowing what I want means saying no
Rather than – I’m not sure – let me try it for a while
Knowing what I want means continuing to wait
For the coat that is the right color, fabric, style –
The right fit!
It begs the question —
Does the coat exist?
It might be wise to take the coat that isn’t quite right
Would it then leave me wondering?
“Should I have waited?”
Nothing is ever perfect
But I have felt perfection
I have felt the indescribable power
of something sublimely exquisite
How can I then – not wait?
Knowing what I want – surely is more difficult than not….