maybe I didn't see
what i thought i saw
even though my eyes
were closed
the light might be too dim or
perhaps i had too much
to drink
often i can't decide
whether or not i even care
can i look again?
always i want to capture that
lost moment
before it lapses
into history
yes, i see it now
careening through my head
almost rhythmically
recognizing the opportunity
i take up my pen
urgently
shackle that elusive image and
chain it to the page
never to escape me
again