You can label it
and move on …
And you will go sub-surface
when the name of it grabs you.
It - something - anything.
The image of the Vietnam Veterans wall pops to mind, and
(I’m sure I had a picture here when we were there),
the staggering number of names and how often we look for the one.
The one. That one that ….
Everywhere we touch can open like a portal
to whatever depth you’re willing to dive.
Most often it seems
we splash in the shallows
with manageable waves.
People may say,
“You’re not paying attention!”, and
they don’t know how much else
is going on right this moment.
Looking for a single bumpersticker
That covers it all.
…
Poem
© David L White
12/23/2023
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