i’m in the wrong place at the right time.
i’ve never understood that idea or phrase,
thinking always that it meant
to be accidentally at the bank
at the moment it was being robbed
or to be finally sun bathing
in the nude
when a freak and heavy hailstorm hits
and you’ve only just gotten your
i didn’t know it meant this.
that i might be here
in this place …
the wrong place.
wrong for me in so many ways and
so many facets
and for so very many reasons a place
that is altogether not right.
yet it is quite the right time for me
to be wrong.
if ever there was a time
well suited for the wrongness
it is now.
and it is right,
and thus the strange phrase finally
fits snugly inside my brain.
(written summer of 2009. i think. or fall. maybe.)