Somewhere else this has a beginning or just a hint of start
Like a boisterous nod
The lid is about to open to the possibilities of life,
a leaf waving in the wind or just a small sip of an afternoon coffee
that missed nothing, nor the milk or the stirrer
I am looking at myself with an awe
That left me thinking
Somewhere else this was
Like a day I wanted it to be
Not blue but yellow
Not the raging rejection but just a smile spilling over
It was not here but there
Not within, not without
The leaf could be hanging in the air
Swirling in the wind for that opportune moment
Somewhere, I don’t know
Where I am yet to be
Watching the lapse of a time I had never been part of
I am looking at you with that unmistakable inquiry,
all that is left of the evening is beside
Somewhere else we could be but we aren’t, why would we
This is where we are and will be
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