Left Field

It came from the left-hand of time,
just out of sight, to the right.

It came without rhyme or reason,
or sound, or season, but…
the time just wasn't right.

It just came, like the night.

It upset the nature of things,
throwing plans out the window,
putting them on new wings.

So is the order of things.

You sensed it was coming,
but don't.
You denied it was so wrong,
but won't.

Reality is now upside down,
you smile, but inside… you frown.

Your up has become down,
all because it came,
out of left field.

David Wright, 2009

David Wright, 2009


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