How To Get Real
1 min readMar 8, 2024
You think you know how it happened.
That thing that keeps coming back to you
as you wait for the walk signal or
come upon the scent of magnolias or
hear that song in the frozen food aisle at Trader Joe’s.
You comprehend the one-two-three of it,
the domino set-up that led to the moment when
the light flashed on, that explained who you were in
the scheme of things called century, generation,
family tree, atlas, vocation, love.
You perceive that you landed in this chair with
your feet propped up on a stool and a computer in your lap
and tea at your side and no one at home but you and
the dogs, thank goddess, and the patchwork of faces on
the video screen as you write what you know about
how it happened and you realize you don’t.
Know, that is.
