For worse,
for better,
for both,
timing matters.
A great deal.
Serendipity
may unaware
make moments
opportune.
Opportune moments
may pass,
lost to eternity,
rued forever,
for lack of knowledge.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Guess which happened to me today.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Current Events, Friends
At times
I totter on the brink
of doing something beyond the realm of utter foolishness,
or saying something outside the bounds of total stupidity:
something that would have
consequences I can perceive
and ramifications I cannot imagine.
I totter –
it would be so easy to cross that invisible, but real line –
it could feel so good (for the moment) –
it would meet so many selfish needs.
I totter –
but pull back,
the deed left undone,
the words choked unspoken in my mouth.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips,
a shard of regret pierces my heart.
25 March 2012
Arlington, VA
Filed under Poem
Along the Graybeard Trail 