I
you are you, you know
your things not mine;
trust I know my things
are mine for the knowing
your way is your way
your way not mine
trust I know my way
is mine for the doing
II
took a long time to earn
all my skits-n-skats internal;
the collection of pinned things
and legs struggling not to, still
hindsight never woke
in wee hours to worky-work
the one to five jobs
and smith the words of learning
No, I did that. I. Did. That.
III
Mother never got mad
Mother never advised
Mother read her romance
Mother lit the gas
full grown and feeling
too much at four, at little fifteen
I figured the sums and deficits
for Father puzzling through
this and that floundering
for decades into overmorrow
of owning my knowing
and figuring what to do
“Took a world of trouble took a world of tears…” ~ Square One, Tom Petty
