Writing an opening line, searching for a story.

Countless hours are spent before beginning something of import.  Rehearsal dinners, ceremonial ritual, memorizing scripts before opening nights, chess masters contemplating opening knights.  Planning, analyzing, contingencies in place.  Opening postures.

And then the unexpected happens. A shot in the dark.  An ankle turns, a voice cracks, an understudy’s lucky break. A chance encounter, a lasting first impression.  Love at first sight.  Spontaneously, our truth slips out.  A lifetime preparing for the unplanned life event.

And rewriting the opening line to tell the story.

INSTINCT

Unthinking reflex

Subliminal aptitude

In flight, now alive.