Retrospectacled
Later
the right word comes,
later the right perspective.
But at the time, the mind reaches out
like a foot in the dark
for a step that is not there.
So I look back
whenever I get a chance,
and redream different parts of the dance,
and place my foot here
rather than there,
and say the right word,
and move through the patterns with grace.
A knowing smile on my face.
No stumbling,
no stupefied look overtop of a stammer,
no hammer on thumb instead of the nail.
All nails driven straight and true;
the structure solid, sound—
I hang my life around
this frame,
working backwards from now.
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This is the process of learning we all must go through. Make mistakes improve for the next dance or experience. This is life's lessons. Well done
azzow2
Level 9
June 22, 2018
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Thank you. And yes, mistakes are how we learn.
Oh, if only we could ....
rcandlish
Level 7
June 22, 2018
1
It would be nice sometimes!
I love the dance imagery,
pixiedust
Level 8
June 22, 2018
1
Thank you.
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