Somewhere along the way I missed the memo.
Perhaps it was a fluff-cloud day,
When my heart was in the sky,
My attention wandering.
Or maybe fear
Clanked chains so loud
I simply didn’t hear.
Or maybe my parents.
For reasons all their own
Forgot to give the message.
Perhaps I was simply
Socially dyslexic -
Or someone switched the tags?
Somehow, it seems, I never learned the rules.
So much is understood, but never spoken
By some strange code whose key I never saw:
Truth reconstructed in a neater frame
To fit in some denatured comfort zone.
I will go wander with the daffodils,
Who never blush or stammer at my words,
And maybe ponder this strange mystery,
Or maybe not .. perchance a bird might sing. ..