Minutiae

All the time I feel like I need to settle down

But it never happens

All I can think of is how to move from moment to moment

Minutiae to minutiae

Past to future

Ignoring the present:

A gift I haven’t let myself receive,

To use the cliché.

I use a lot of those.

I am a staccato, stuttering video;

A film without an end; a boring middle

And a forgotten start. I don’t believe

In miracles; but improbabilities would be nice.

I’d like to end a poem

On a note that isn’t egotistical

Or narcissistic

Or longer than it needs to be

Or happier than it needs to be

Sometimes

If not often,

Life is shit. I want to be a mirror

To that. Denial is nothing,

Not even a river in Egypt.

I don’t find that very funny.

I have a bubble to burst;  

That doesn’t do it.

I’m still waiting.