every one of us, so greedy
for plot lines and the nine o'clock
news of our lives—so eager
to keep making
to keep making
new things occur—
just so that we might
wear their learned lessons
sequentially stitched
across our bodies in public,
like keen-eyed little cub scouts
like keen-eyed little cub scouts
obsessed with earning badges.
But how often
do we ever
walk up to another in our tribe
and say—
sit down, friend, gee whiz, I can
see it in your eyes,
I can hear the sirens, blaring out
there in the dark
corners of your mind.
Please relax,
take a deep
breath, and
tell me: what
happened.
breath, and
tell me: what
happened.
