Part Three

i was once told
			             that we, as individuals

			           have defining moments

where the dim light brightens, the clichés morph into new, original phrases

				          epiphanies

where the molecules in the air around us freeze for a moment

time forgets what it was saying

a standstill, a realization
where all one’s ideas, experiences, and capabilities merge

some go all their lives without it, some search for it, some never look and get lucky,
while others find it just a 
little too late

definitive. definition. momentous.

still others receive this gift, this snapping into place, and go all their lives 
never realizing it

…how dismal a notion

i lean back, blotch the fresh ink with the side of my hand, listen to the rain, stare down
at the page

i hope i have a defining moment



…when i draw a circle with my pen
i can never seem 

to draw it perfectly.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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June 1, 2009 at 3:03 PM
A great adventure of the keenest intellect ... beautiful led on over it plateau with the effective imagery of a great poem.
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