Petite-phrases

Each day is a small phrase

in a larger conversation

I seem to be behind in.

I jump the gun

but can never catch up

and my heart is often in my stomach

as I resign myself

to being out of place

and the odd one out.

I look back a little

and wonder how I come up with

the hopeful things,

the messages in moonlight,

the melody of a meadow

when I blink and all is bleak.