Pivot

opportunity doesn’t come knocking

it sits in your lap

like a dull ache

unacknowledged

uncelebrated

unseen

inert

one sneeze

ride this unlikely catalyst

take that ball to court

now you have a party on your hands

playing past street lights coming on

addicted to bump constellations in my grip

swirling in young energy

devoid of aging rigidity

pores wide open

to universal themes

escaping my narrow

into golden hour