Always reliably reliable,
today I am not.
The me that watches my reaction
to my experience of the world.
Imagine being able to see something
without struggling to situate it in context.
My quests were tentative
and all-too-often aborted.
Was that all my doing?
Or was there something else at play?
That which I meant to write
but didn’t.
That which I meant to see
but couldn’t.