I Was Being Led
*Dedicated to Joel…
I wish I could describe to you
the look of patience on his face
when I said the sort of thing
men often say in groups of men.
He didn’t smile.
He didn’t look away.
He didn’t even rush to speak.
He continued.
I don’t remember much
from that moment forward.
Our discussion continued unabated.
But I just sat there a bit embarrassed,
yet subtly aware I was being led
across a bridge and to another dimension,
where what it means to be a man
is different than what I had known.
“One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.”
This poem was written on May 26, 2023.
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