Windows of opportunity

Sometimes it is hard to tell exactly where windows of opportunity come from: whether I am more predisposed, whether it*s someone else, or whether it*s merely something in the air. 

I once worked for someone who would say: We won*t say whose fault this is!  when I knew it was his fault, and he knew it was mine.  It didn*t do a lot for the relationship.  

But... I do think it*s helpful to pay attention to those moments of possibility.  They come in all sizes and shapes and fragrances.   It*s not necessary to tweak out every nuance, but simply recognize them when they come, and be grateful.

There are moments  

When time ripens,

Opens to possibility.

Almost like when the open window

Draws in spring, nearing summer, air;

It is warm but fresh still.

Opportunity enters with it.

The cat knows your lap

Is open for sleeping;

The teenager

Senses the possibility

You may not be as stupid

As you usually seem.

You are perhaps more open

For conversation.

Opportunity wafts through,

Asks to be enjoyed like spring:

A light, almost pale fragrance,

It changes, depends upon

Whatever is in bloom

Right now.