Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

On A Clear Day

There is a moment
when everything shifts,
when the light goes off
and you see your hand reaching for the phone,
your lover,
your mother,
your valium,
your vodka,
and you see,
you see
what you are doing.
And you stop.
You stop your mouth,
feet,
tongue,
hands,
lungs,
lips,
and
you go left
when you would have gone
right.
You hold still
for three seconds longer.
You walk down the hall
and play gin with your father
rather than call your lover
and cry about your mother.
And you know
you just know.