Just in Time
A poem
by Chris Hibbard
Just In Time
Simply by walking into the room
the conversation stops
As if I’d done something odd
like eaten plastic fruit
This insight sweeps me immediately
Down rapids, eddies and whirlpools of similar moments
And maybe my brains
Would have been dashed mercilessly against the rocks
If I’d not sat down among them anyway
Just in time
Yeah, this happens to me. It’s irking.
cannelle14 said this on July 9, 2009 at 3:17 pm