When I Rush Upon A Poem For Lack Of Time Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is when i rush upon a poem
like an acquaintance
i
feel this surprise

a
word comes like someone
that i do not know
but it strikes softly on
my face
and i ask: do i know you?

the syllable snubs me
and says

'of course not! '

then i go on my own way
thinking:

what was that?
like the way the seam of
my shirt
has been touched
by the famed finger
of the miraculous
just once
but it has lingered
throughout the night