Saturday at Starbucks

I meant to write today
I really did
I drove to Starbucks with that express intention
A determination not unlike Patton's pivot to
Save those besieged at Bastogne
All week I have been water boarded by living
The constant deluge left me gasping, confused
I remember the disorientation of my freshman year
The confusion of doors opened into worlds I had not seen
Professors who spoke in code
Blithely emphasizing points in a syllabus
They no longer believed
I did not know in my innocence that they lied
I wanted so desperately to believe
Seeking a home in a homeless world
I resisted the truths in books not yet written
Answers hidden in lives between the lines
Lines, borders, boxes
It was all I knew
Rules, rulers, ruled out completely
A childhood of no's
It took some 35 years of education before I knew that
Nobody knows
Anyone who says otherwise
Is either
Deluded
A liar
Or a salesmen
This is a hard and priceless truth
The cost of knowing this
Took every day's pay
The price to play
To simply call, not raise
Takes every dime
Every dollar
All my chips
Thrown messily onto the velvet table
With this, my last bet
I am all in

dg

5/14/11

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