IT IS THERE..

It can occur in seconds or minutes or hours or nights

Of waking and dreaming

It is there when you awake to know there is nothing to be done

The constancy of a woman on your heart, then the stirring, and the thought of rain,

Then an urging to be a certain way, and then the intellect to deny

It...

It is there, after reading a book and then seeing it come to you

As if it weren't you yourself!!!

And it is so hard to capture...

You slip under, duck beneath, slide through, twist over, stand next to

It..

But, it is there...never going away for one moment..

It is there...

An ice stain...

Asking you...

Why?