The Notes I Note

I could write something

or sing something

or note something

in the forest. Walking through

this forest, I could step on something,

or become something

or step into a trap door forest.

Or not. This possibility

is also obvious.

What isn't is that

I could say something with

these moments instead of groping.

Always as a junior high kid

at a party searching some young

classmates pants 

for answers. What happens

in that the past is the future.

Your thoughts, the way they cascade

through the building

are useless only because

there are also other reasons.