Pool

Tonight,
at the pool hall,
I lined up three shots
in my head
and made them
in near-military order.

I’ve played pool badly for years,
gotten lucky more than once,
but I don’t recall this happening before:

what I wanted to happen
happened
as I had imagined it would
in a game I enjoy
but cannot play well.
The flow didn’t last,
but the sudden knowledge  of it
made me shiver
and nearly cry out loud:

I can learn something
still.  I can improve.