A POEM FOR SOME GUY
You
didn’t speak the language and you didn’t know the score.
You
made the team, you got the ball, but the rules had changed.
You
met a guy who knew a guy who might have seen it happen.
You
walked the walk, you talked the talk, but you got there a minute too late.
You
said you thought it was okay, but you didn’t, not really.
You
laughed in all the right places but the smile never reached your eyes.
You
said you were concerned, you were thinking about it, you would study
the
issues, but you really just meant “no.”
You
were going to get to the bottom of it, shine a light on it, illuminate the
truth,
but you just ended up ordering take-out instead.
You
looked at the world with a piercing gaze, but only saw what you wanted to see.
You
thought if you just kept walking you’d find yourself in a better place,
with
more options and greater insight, but you were really just a few more miles
down the same road.
You
thought if you got more it would be enough, but it was not enough,
it was not better,
it was just more.
So
now you still don’t know who you really are, or what you really need,
or where
you are really going, but you are still hell-bent on getting there.
Carry
on.
--Lynn
Skordal (1/10/25)
