COME OUT OF IT – DAVID P. MILLER

Come Out of It 

Now look at the knots you knead between 

the next instant and its spinoffs, how they simmer 

soup behind your forehead. You are hooked 

to poke-fingered what-thens. So certain of them. 

You know every crisp moment surprises, yet 

there goes your breathing all thin again. 

Remember how firm you were in a useless love 

so stubborn you put “marry her” on your life list? 

Thought you were visualizing an affirmation, but 

drove your breakdown instead. Notice how you pause 

writing because look, a cardinal pair out the window, 

bobbing above a neighbor’s branch tangles. 

Say goodbye to your snags. All your minutes 

till this don’t take you into the next one, even. 

Now go outside: the new tree wants fresh compost. 

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