I wonder why - whether I please to or not and I generally do.
AND IT GIVES ME PAUSE
But shouldn't I act or judge someone before the moment escapes? Hey, not so fast my, friend - I still have some wondering to do!
So my fist freezes suspended in mid-pound - leaving the table hungry for a cosmic collision!
Hold your ears....
SILENCE.
Sorry devil, the angels made me do it.
*September, 2013
I will dedicate this to Nat. He woke up with a good poem at 5:17am. I woke up at 5:46am and Nat had left a few grains of magic dust which I tried to put to some useful purpose.