advent journal: surprise
caught by surprise
we say — like a fly ball
or a base runner —
caught, perhaps
like a falling heirloom –
in the nick of time
but not tonight –
I was . . .
taken by surprise
like a hostage or
a dog from the shelter —
out of my routine
and off to the theater
by the dancer I know best
then we walked
under the lighted trees
as we always do —
to find the familiar
is so flush with wonder
is no surprise at all
Peace,
Milton
Your similes are divine in this poem. I loved your comparison of the elements of surprise being like, first, the heart-stopping moment of nearly breaking something so priceless and then like being kidnapped from routine.
First time I’ve come to your blog Milton. Won’t be the last.
Arron
Fabulous poem – so well crafted and very moving too !!