Blinking is such a small decision
often it is not even a thought
But that momentary lapse in vision
would have been one less view of you
that I’d have caught.
The trip seemed to take an hour
across the room I nearly ran instead of walk
You stood there tall as if a tower
watching as I sweated and fretted
and spilt my wine upon the clock.
Are hard to come by in a hurry
stumbling and stuttering is best
For when they left in such a scurry
I found the words you guessed
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2011