Is it just me? Or is there a case for the poetic response being slightly different?
The thing is I’m learning driving and well a poem arrives to tell the tale of being pragmatic vs being far too lost in thought…………….
You are slow Madame, he says and turns away in shame
At his inability to convey road sense. What’s so hard in finding your way
Through clogged arterials and roads that swallow footpaths? We all stand in a line
And find our place, remember school and the way you ducked lines?
Is it so difficult to follow instructions one and then two followed by three and then four?
I must show you the door, really, you slide into things, you confuse appearances with reality
There is a car there, can’t you see? Look right, look left, will you pass the test?
You see leaves and shadow kaleidoscope mirror as you manipulate a toy; somewhere in the mind’s eye
A child is learning to walk.
© neelthemuse, 2012
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