Oops

Today's poem already happened to you:
the scrap of paper that pirouetted past you
as you walked back from the grocery
or the feeling you got
from the look in the young woman's face
at the crosswalk as you stopped at a light
(eyes dark, a glistening tear in one corner)
or finding the secret window,
now hidden within the wall of the house expansion
but left open, as though to draw in
a breeze from a phantom summer.

Don't worry. It's not too late.
They're happening all around you.
You should catch them fresh
and jot them down
because some of them need
fertile ground right away
or they'll never take root.
Just breathe in deeply. Exhale, relax.
And look this time.