Unsmitten

Unsmitten

Regrets never happen on their own. They do not arrive
unbidden, unbound. They are whiskered into being by a wish, a kiss,
a fist. They are sought, maneuvered, wrought--not found.

When morning comes, whatever its guise, awaken--take it
in and walk away--a bit bitten, but more wise. Press hard into
whatever needs revision. Be unheld, unleashed--not undone.

Be unsmitten.