Catching the Moment

You’ll get your hair wet, she said,
Though it was her fault I was leaning over
Her voice so soft I had to use my eyes to hear.
I had to try to read her lips to understand.

She told me things I already knew:
I didn’t match.
I was too much
I’d never find her
I wasn’t loved

They only caught the moment of my stooping.
They never caught the moment of my rise.