I’m experiencing one of those rare fleeting moments
When everything seems to be coming together.
You know, the kind that happens
Right before something goes awry
And everything skews as wrong the other way.
But I’m not waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I’ll search until I find my thorn
Most often in the most unexpected place
How could I have not seen it coming!
Call me paranoid, but if I find it before it pricks me
At least it’s productive paranoia.