So Much More To Grasp
So much more to grasp beyond understanding. I write this into each poem and the only reason I write. If you can't keep up with the jazz, listen for the music. Just may be the pitch. Pitch with wonder I learned from Satchel Page. Pitch with amazement I learned from all the traveling salesmen who picked me up thumbing cross-country and pegged me for northeastern Pennsylvania. Scrant...no, Wilkes-Barre as soon as I opened my mouth. Not what I was saying, but how I was saying. Same difference last weekend in Estonia among Russians. I don't understand a word you're saying, man, but I get it. I get the gist. The open air between what you're actually saying and what I think you're saying that's everything. Psychology For Dummies tells us at the moment of conception, you can't duck the expectations. All you can do, like poetry, is bob and weave.