There is always that one place you cannot see reliably.
That’s were things sneak up on you.
You know that when the end comes,
it will probably appear in that space
just behind your shoulder
that you cannot comfortably swivel to.
So that is what you focus on,
year after year, with a dismal, forlorn feeling,
because what can you say despite all this vigilance --
"I didn't see it coming."