"The Difference"
The
Difference
Reflective
verse by Andrew E. Kelly-12.29.16
“Two
roads diverged in yellow wood”
It is
a yellow wood table.
Her
grease-stricken hair as she pushes past me in the awkward silence.
Stained
khaki jacket, too big, stiff with filth.
She
pours her coffee-perhaps the only pure drink all day.
Pure?
Creamer, Sugar, Stir Away
Rustling
four-day-old Christmas cookies ready for the trash.
Crumbs
everywhere, stares from around the room,
Judgement,
condemnation from those ill-equipped to judge.
Each
of us carrying our own demons that we shine and display like cherished
possessions,
Though
we wish they could be cast in the deepest seas.
My
heart hurts for her.
I
don’t know her name.
She
doesn’t speak, neither do I…
But I
think and wonder—
How
did I get so lucky? Who caught the arrow destined for me?
Where
is my stained khaki jacket?
My
warm dinner and warmer bath seem so unfair, so unjust.
“Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I—
Took
the one less traveled by,
And
that has made all the difference.”
The
difference?
Random
luck or divine intervention that prevented her from being me
Or me
from being she.
The
difference?
We are
NO different.
Cast
judgments aside.
Love unconditionally.
Always.
Love
will make the difference.
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