POEM: Retort #112

I suspect that if you don’t see someone as eccentric, perhaps living in a wondrous crucible brimming with contradictions, then you don’t really know someone. People, as inconvenient as they may be, are irreducibly wondrous creatures. I suspect that most of us just want to be seen and accepted for who we are. I mourn the rushed reality that quick judgments based on a triangulation of a scant number of facts forms the basis for most of our human relationships. May we create a world where we can truly see one another in our wild weirdness.

Retort #112

They said, “I can see through you.”
I said, “I suspected as much,
I could see you having difficulty seeing me.”

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