At the last minute a word is waiting <br />not heard that way before and not to be <br />repeated or ever be remembered <br />one that always had been a household word <br />used in speaking of the ordinary <br />everyday recurrences of living <br />not newly chosen or long considered <br />or a matter for comment afterward <br />who would ever have thought it was the one <br />saying itself from the beginning through <br />all its uses and circumstances to <br />utter at last that meaning of its own <br />for which it had long been the only word <br />though it seems now that any word would do<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/term/
