Sometimes we look back to find
we’d fallen silent, back a ways,
without realizing. Although my mind,
unbidden, will catalog potential whys;
I know it to be a precious thing without cause.
Do you know them? They are woes
and worries to us, an uncomfortable pause
in life's conversation with Self—
treasure! A chance to climb down
from the stage, to watch life from the shelf.
Who am I, when I’m not speaking?
After all, that’s most of life.
It’s here that we most clearly see
our bitterest disappointments, and why
we live with them; our failures, nobility,
cowardice, kindnesses, all laid out
dispassionately as a farmer’s wares.
oct 2018
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