by Richard Vince

Diagrams don’t lie; they just
Don’t pretend to tell the truth.
But some things are too obvious
For the human eye to perceive.

Rear was front, then front
Unexpectedly became rear when
Nine became fifteen. It was
A dream in which nothing
Made sense, and yet it was real.

When I choose sink over swim,
There always seems to be someone
To take pity and pull me out.
Perhaps this is why I fail to
Fend for myself, consistently
Choose bewilderment over
Understanding, see differences
And miss the similarities.

In the shortest two minutes
Of my life, I saw nothing
Except other hurrying feet as
I scanned the unfamiliar
Surface for cracks.

And before I knew it, I had
Traded fifteen for seven
And maybe east for almost
North, following curved lines
That were straight on paper.


Posted on 07/29/2020
Copyright © 2020 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/29/20 at 03:58 PM

Good one Richard. I like how this takes the mind in various directions. Have added it to my favorites list.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/01/20 at 02:11 AM

One might think of a map of this city, or a metaphorical place that keeps changing direction. Either way, it's a fun read and my mind gets to stretch. Thanks for that.

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