which one?

in the distance

far beyond my reach

sits a curious quizzical lady

reflecting on

near misses and

wet kisses and

tardy attempts to connect

beat shaded under-rated

near-miss exchanges

sharing these changes

as time slips from us

while clouds, rain, thunder

sweeps over keeping

distances prim

far turns trim

blinking in the flash thinking

we cannot know how

to go

now to hear

one of our voices sing

what only wisdom brings

there's time enough for knowing.

-- douglas brent smith