did you ever really go on a walk,
with explanation?
it's a rather intimate journey.
it holds my mindful hand
and I am all inner ears.
I take in as much as my senses
and comprehension's quick-work can.
it seems to function like a narrative,
expecting next lines to further
what's already been said.
it's a journey as a building process.
I attempt to cognize
as if it feels like learning,
putting on a new wardrobe of understand,
reflect in the mirror of self,
and softly lip-service it to myself.
a kind of encoding that I do,
to know.
most explanations presented
are kind of monotoned in delivery.
like it is made important to me,
that I separate out what feelings there are
from what meaning is to be.
it's really up to me,
then later, to add feelings on my own.
generally explanation is cordial.
I hardly ever feel spoken down to.
I am free to question,
as if interruptions are part of the play.
sometimes I don't exactly know
where to place what I've come to understand.
anywhere from idle worship
to strategic to possibly future improv,
but usually my inquiry sets the stage
for explanation to occur.
I like it best
when it's one on one.
it gets hectic when in a crowd
or over a mike in a public setting.
not that it can't be done
but retorts or further quires
are not necessarily as spontaneous
and the explanation can become day old bread.
it's both an enterprise and a surprise
at the same time.
the best versions are
when I have no idea where it is going,
like all-new to grasp and embrace.
I wanted to remain naive and duly impressed
but explanations can also be nefarious,
somewhat slights of hand.
some much for the innocent interest approach.
now I give explanations a hard look
as if a bad haircut to render.
and then there is the placement of need,
like did I need to know this
or was this idle curiosity attending.
it seems I have to self-mentor relevancy.
there are times I just wish
it was all intuited straight away.
but explanation can be a rich shared moment,
an appreciative time,
a passing of the torch,
so to speak.
there are times,
emotionally speaking,
I just want to say,
go ahead,
ask me anything . . .
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