Point of view, view. – Poem?

It’s simple really.
See, I’ve lived the majority of my life with myself.
So, when someone asks me in earnest, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
As though they would have somehow helped-
I think to myself,
Would you like to know how my breakfast cereal tasted this morning verses yesterday morning?
Or, would you like to know the moment I remember, with absolutely clarity, events that happened a decade ago while coaching baseball concerning a fan spilling ketchup on their blue jeans and missing their sons at bat because they busied themselves with napkins to fix their accidental spillage that could easily have been avoided by not having put so much ketchup on the end of their hot dog? No. They missed their sons at bat. They missed the hit and they missed the run scored which won the game.
They had things to do.
I wasn’t able to help the child rework the happening to create a better memory of being watched.
It doesn’t work that way.
And I chose freely to not tell how my breakfast tastes on a daily basis because it changes and that’s for me to enjoy. Along with the arrival of the sun and the fact that it comes up every morning slightly differently- even though we live in a world that will try and tell you it’s all been done before.
No. It hasn’t.
So enjoy your questioning questions with a smile and a nod of understanding that not all things will be and not all things will be.



Thanks for reading. I don’t know what this is either.


9 thoughts on “Point of view, view. – Poem?

  1. Brilliant. That is what it is.
    I laughed out loud about not telling how your cereal tastes.
    Sometimes, on a really good morning..when I wake up at just the right time..I take pictures as the sun rises. Never the same picture twice. 😉


    • lol I had fun with this. Even with my run on sentence(s). Seriously, I think terms such as ‘it’s all been done before’ are more about control than truth. Tell a wind to duplicate. Thank you for the compliment. I hope the pictures come out as unique as the moment. I can never get photo’s to show exactly what I’m seeing. Which is one reason I’m not a photographer.

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  2. none of us know. hell, it someone tells you, will you believe it?
    the answers are within us…those same answers are magnified via the audience. Send your word out there. See what comes home.

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