the disquiet of indecision

into the crisp air
thoughts transport on the stillness
a perfect moment.



If I was to travel through time
what's the bet I would either be
too early or too late
miss you entirely-
a few seconds either way

not that time travel exists
everyone knows it doesn't
but if I could
how would I maneuver time
to arrive in your present?

I thought about it
tried the imaginary scenario on for size
it wasn't a comfortable fit
too much hope for a perfect moment
unstable in the unpredictable
possibility of disappointment

best to leave the ether
in the careful hands of God.

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