The Lucky One

It's a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminescent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now is irreversible. The flame has caught. You're wide awake.

Maybe it's that one urgent question you mean to ask someone years ago but didn't. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they're are too far gone now away. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they've anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it's almost like it's real.