Lost in the Weeds
It’s time, not geography.
It’s just that time stood still
for so long here, and now
it’s catching up all at once.
Things we did
or didn’t do.
Things we wouldn’t.
Things we said
or didn’t say
or couldn’t say.
Details we chose then to remember.
Details we chose to forget.
Details we’re choosing now
whether we know it or not.
Maybe admitting past mistakes
is the closest thing we have
to correcting them.
With deep thanks to Barb Walters, Dana Wangsgard, Jerlene Rose, Andrea Carr, and Carol Rice.
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Love this. That first stanza is killer.
Thanks again for your expert assistance this morning.
Love this poem! But did you know that in the restaurant business it means they are super busy with
Orders?