It ain’t easy
These long trips between nowhere and doubt
Thinking of you
As the bus surges and shakes
Throwing me off balance
As soon as I find a seat and
Settle down the bus turns
Smashing me against the window
I cannot see beyond that glass
When the bus finally stops
Lurching me forward into the seats ahead
I am still no closer to an answer
I’m walking down Main street
when, at the Gratzi,
Frank Sinatra tells me
“everybody has
the right to be wrong.”
He’s right. It’s a good thing to keep in mind,
but I seldom do.
It’s hard when you’re
the one being wronged.
So, I keep walking.
He keeps carrying on,
but I don’t understand what
he’s saying. I’m busy being
worried about being wronged.
Update: I recently recorded this poem as a podcast.
Podcast: Download (Duration: 16:40 — 15.7MB)
