It just seems more dramatic,
Don’t you think?
Maybe live and learn is better,
One requires less effort than the other but
I can’t make up my mind which.
My thoughts are important to me in this
Moment, I have just finished reading a poem
From someone who wonders if this is the last time
She will ever do whatever she is taking on,
If taking the ferry now is the last time she will ever do it.
The curiosity regards riding a ferry across
The water in her region,
If this moment will be the last time.
Now I wonder along with her which
Interrupts my train of thought.
My mind is just behind eyes that
Look over the hedges by the road,
A feeling of comfort flows into my body
As the process of wondering and
Reflecting dopes my senses.
I could easily fall asleep at this moment,
But I continue to roll the thought around
As if my brain were a tongue adjusting the
Letters, stretching, folding, pressing them
Against my teeth and gums.
My toes chime in,
My body is beginning to beg for attention,
Thinking and breathing have competition,
Left foot toes stretch against the man-made
Material of the slippers, probably recycled soda
Bottles.
The leader of the pack, the mind,
Takes charge and decides to leave
The seat I have, go inside out of the
Sun
So I can concentrate more fully.
I would take the last line
Of the woman’s poem and place it
Right at the beginning. Don’t ask me why,
It just seems more dramatic,
Don’t you think?
G. M. Goodwin
January 24, 2025
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