Across from me on the 33
bus:
her shopping bags were
brimming,
carrots still with their tops,
low fat milk
and nutritious, multi-grain
bread.
As we rode for many blocks,
she was talking, maybe a bit
too loud,
sometimes laughing,
in conversation
with someone not there.
She seemed sad, I judged.
And, yet I know nothing
of the fullness of a life
lived in her world.
Where did I find sadness?
A good thing to question, Duff - we navigate the world by these judgements. Some would say it's a skill and others a curse. What is the photo? I have a feeling it's a street scene but I want it to be an abstract painting.
ReplyDeleteHi Barb, Thanks for your comments...I sometimes feel that I miss relating to people by too quick judgements. I worked in the mental health field for a number of years and yet, I still feel that I cannot begin to know what that world is like. My judgements have always made schizophrenia a prison, but, on the inside it might be something very different. I wish the photo were an abstract painting...don't have those skills. It is actually a reflection in a puddle..I seem to be going for those reflections these days. Just realized I had put up two in a row.
ReplyDeleteMy judgement would be "abstract!"
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