spoon that I eat
my cake with
There’s a particular
cup from which I sip
my morning elixir
There’s a particular
path that I follow
when I go somewhere
There’s a particular
point at a road
where I change the lane
There’s a particular mirror
that I look at and
clean it every morning
There are particular
clothes that I wear
Particular this and
particular that
When my particulars
aren’t right
my days take
a different course
The course that
disrupts me yet
makes me reflect
on myself
And in that change
I wonder
what it does to someone
who I found while
trying to change
the lane