Wednesday, September 14, 2011

she said to me...

how do you identify something you can't name
it's neither lonliness or desperation
i'd like to think there is something in me that just knows when i need someone in my life.

a stranger i try to know
an aquaintance i try to understand

there are people i meet
that i must learn.

sometimes my eagerness gets misconstrued
and confusion ensues.
i can be ungraceful and eager
when it's merely excitement to have found another piece of a puzzle that i somehow recognize.

i am unaware of my own reaction to such things
am i quick to reject?
am i quick to run away?

learning that a life of being misunderstood
can be lonely, it's true
i try to have faith that the one's who get me
just know my intention.

it's like being found when we connect-
like finding your vision
or a part of you that you know belongs with you somehow...


surliness can surely be mistaken for many things.
but how about we start seeing it as genuine curiosity rather than a threat?

she said these things to me and it made me wonder
about the rusted pipe that is loud but never seen...