nearly

No songs are sung of the pain
Of something going nearly right.

Of the unrestfulness of trying
to puzzle out, is it right enough?

Of the sad dragging of knowing
that nearly is less than we need

The silence of two hands not meeting
The wrenching misery of silver

And sometimes I’d rather have nothing
than that cold consolation of nearly

That leaves me lonesome in that small
and bitter space – between there

…………………………………………..and nearly there

Photo is incomplete, originally uploaded by Dawn Ashley.