momentum
Momentum, lately, keeps dancing just beyond my reach.
I brush it with the very tips of my fingers, but then it senses my approach and spirals off into the darkness, out of reach, out of reach.
I plot and I scheme. How can I conquer it? How can I foil momentum’s plans to elude me?
Momentum’s plans. Ha. And ha again. As if momentum were plotting against me. As if momentum were invested in my failure. In my inertia. In my cowardice.
There’s no enemy here. Only white space. Clean pages. Unwritten words. Words are patient. They wait, just past the tips of my fingers.
Just.
Beyond.
Reach.
And so? And so I stretch. I raise my arms over my head, arch my back, flex my neck, curving. Feline. I stretch, and. And I extend.
Extend. My. Reach.
Momentum.
Posted on January 10th, 2010 under Grenada • Tags: essay, momentum, tumblr, tumblr52, writing. • 
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