skittering away
a gaze slips past my shoulder
sound of doors closing

here I am again
catching words as they slip by
air thick as honey

falling easily
I trip on expectations
crashing to the ground

...............................................
passing observations, thoughts
that I find very hard to catch lately
there are holes in my net I suppose
and I am left with glimpses
of their receding backs
as they race away...
pulled into the
slipstream