Sometimes we fall; Sometimes we cry; Sometimes it's our fault; Sometimes there's no one to blame; sometimes we cannot find words; Sometimes we say to much...

One way or another.
The moment permitting,
able to say what I think at times,
and otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled,
I keep writing my poems without wanting to,
as if writing weren't something made up of gestures,
as if writing were something that happened to me
like the sun outside shining on me.

I try saying what I feel
without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the idea
without going down a corridor
of thought to find words.

I don't always succeed in feeling
what I know I should feel...