thought and again
the change of mind
alter direction and view
we, and then again we
open to change now.
i looked up just in time to see a sparrow pass by the window as i was focused on a spot of dirt on the my glasses. then with blurred vision to the contours of your breasts encased in the moment my mind races just ahead of my hands as yours retraces the rhythms of my pulse quickened by your eyes.
moments from the past discovered again through
letters or pictures, some trigger set off a chain of events
to no conclusion,
for why is there a finality?
moment to moment i will change my mind to the many truths around me.