and leave us to wonder what someone has meant,
as we try to interpret, to find hidden meaning
yet never assuming that simply in reading
we’ll understand fully another’s intent.
Yet, were they inspired by some hapless reader?
Or a venting of long passed emotional ties?
Or were they designed by divine intervention
some dubious cause or perhaps condescension,
that leaves one to wonder if we should reply?
The grass is not greener this side of the spectrum
the scars that we carry weigh heavy some days;
so we wander the lines that are laid out before us
to shine light in our tunnel, inspire our grace–
while we tiptoe politely through each cryptic meaning
lest an ‘ass’ we become in assuming that we
would ever be topic of the lines that we read.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
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