what does it all mean
when two people see
similar things?
i see a red lobster
a price tag
a can of pop
a book on the desk
an oatmeal cookie
a disk full of nothing
even though you don't
i can't help but ponder
thoughts that maybe
someday you will see
everything that i can't
i see everything you won't
and the walls will come down
the bursting gates will open
and my heart will pour
like a fountain
has it never poured
in such a way before?
i pause
and think
"no," i say aloud.
"my heart doesn't pour."
it screams out in frustration
of all that it can't understand
but even when we are able to see
will we be able to understand?
probably not
but there's no hurt in hoping
no harm in trying
no wrong in doing
going, thinking, loving.
there's nothing bad about that.
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