Before
the Break
By Jonathan
Bennett
It will happen, often without any
warning
Such as when filling bowls in the
morning
To please hungry, fuzzy, feline
faces.
Questions, answers fill the quiet
spaces.
This time it’s someone from Paris
Review
Who has come to conduct an
interview.
We’re talking about, of course,
this moment—
One of joy but also disappointment—
Which is the last before the
change, the Break.
Did it rest upon a choice that I’ll
make
Or a chance statement in
conversation?
I’m hanging on in anticipation,
But the life I love, I live
intervenes
For a moment enough to break the
scene,
And I miss how and when the Break
arrives.
So, I pour my cup, boot up before
five,
Before work, to try and write a few
words
And discover the ending I’ve not
heard.
