Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 23

i met someone the other day

i met someone,
a traveler,
pack upon their back,
and denim dirtied from their hands,
walking along,
against the traffic flow.

male or female
i could not tell,
and felt it rude to ask,
for what did it matter,
but for ordering them in my own mind?

they were intelligent,
spoke well,
yet appeared to have no job,
and so i took them as irrelevant,
and disregarded their warnings.

then i stepped into the freshly poured concrete,
and the construction crew grew angry.



Today's poem is fiction, but pointed, I think.  We make judgments often, and sometimes, even though we judge against people rather than for them, they really do have our best interests at heart.  In this climate we live in, we are often fast to react, without thinking things through all the way first.  We become so focused on what we have to say that we forget to listen to others - or worse, we simply discount what they say.  I know I do this from time to time, and it really ticks me off when I catch myself at it.

Thanks for reading,

Me