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Poem describing how one person can become a clear focus to another. |
Working together, we see each other often. This is a given. Almost a boring observation, in fact. On occasion, these many months, we don’t see each as much. Vacations, other interruptions – they interfere. (does it seem like interference to you?) (I think it does; you have your subtle way to indicate such; we are both subtle; it’s kind of infuriating, actually) The unsubtle thing in this subtle relationship we have – well, that’s the remarkable way you have that clarifies for me ... everything. I have, over the years, adopted an unskillful way of living. To be blunt, I’m a bit of movie watcher. Watching the movie of my life. (I’m not proud of this. At least not these days!) A difference between me and so many other Watchers is that I know I understand I even embrace this way of life. (I used to, anyway) But you have a way about you, pulling me out of that false, uncomfortably comfortable space. You are ... remarkable. I realized this, this one time, (recently) when I walked into a crowded, crowded room. This room was ... a crowded place. (I’m not a fan of crowds) This room was perfect for me in my Watcher mode. (I’m very good at watching) (Watchers aren’t affected, they simply observe) And you said, “Paul’s here!” And I suddenly, I wasn’t watching anymore! (People say my name all the time – why should this be different?) I looked toward you, the voice calling my name (I love how you say my name!). I saw you clearly. I saw you perfectly. (I kind of, sort of, almost saw some other folks) No one else, in this crowded, crowded room, mattered. And I wasn’t watching any more... Who are you that can pull me into the scenes of my life ... so thoroughly? |