The troll stood leering
As his riddles
In my head
I was at a loss for an answer
Not because it was clever but because it was spoken in an incomprehensible tongue…
I tried my best decipher
But was stunted in my ability
Confined to the narrow window
Of formulaic comprehension.
And readying for the feast that would ensue
The troll’s devouring competing with the gnawing of my ineptitude.
afloat if for a minute a moment in this lifetime grateful…no no not yet no now just plainly resentful that again i am aground flung into the glaring spotlight a grudging contestant stuck losing badly in this waiting game