by A. Paige White
I watched the river today
not by choice
but circumstance
Forced into the line waiting
for an end of the play
so I could pay
for hers and mine
no cushy recliners
no rocky theatre chairs
just on our feet
aghast when my offer to pay
was unheeded for another's behalf
A beautiful young woman
pushed to an edge
became a battering, raging force of destruction
beyond reason
so caught up in a moment of perceived injustice
she couldn't hear my offer
to make the situation go away
I'll pay. I'll pay for it
The young woman causing the offense
obviously with no money
possibly promised by her companions they would pay
for her meal
was left alone to stand in shame
and let the river pound her
She turned to me and said thank you
All I could think was
Have a good day
and she walked away
The river splashed her back outside
phone in hand to call the police
raging, raging, raging
I didn't know her
I didn't know the situation
Just know somebody paid a higher price for me
to be a special guest
at a banquet feast yet to commence
that will never end
Not only as invited
but desired that I attend
The river of rage never heard the plea
I'll pay for it. I'll pay.
06/29/2007
Author's Note: It was an object lesson I'll never forget. I shook from the awful negative energy
all the way back to work. Rage just can't hear. It can't hear at all.
This was presented so clearly, so distinctly, I could hear the woman's winey, high pitched complaints. Heck, I could feel the bad vibes all the way in Oregon!!! LOL! Anyway, I like this one.