Perspective

“Write one true sentence. Then the next.”

                                    — Ernest Hemingway

Some poems arrive while I sit with a cup of coffee and a little time. This one arrived on a walk. I was moving along the Greenway one Spring morning, and somewhere between one step and the next, these lines came, one by one, tangled up in my mind until … like ripples on a pond after the rock lands, they smoothed into a rhythm. I didn’t write them down until I got home. By then they hadn’t changed. That felt like something. Here they are.

Tic Tok ….  Tok tic
I look forward and I look back
See saw … Saw see
I look up and I look down
Same difference … Difference same
I look in and I look out
Oh --- Perspective