So What Did You Expect

The wise blind Jesuit just looked through him
Listening
To his take.
A middle life guy come to the wood seeking life amid loss and life after life
After life as one in a million
Now a million times eight
The new nine point one percent man
Off the job. Strapped. Pressed. Down or depressed.
Who really knew. There's no dough for meds.
He thought he prayed to follow His will, The Commandments, what the Good Book said.

The wise blind Jesuit just looked through him
Listening
To his take.
The kids. Their tuitions. The house underwater. The mortgage’s unpaid.
The wise blind Jesuit rolled his eyes.
Around. Around. And around

What might a middle life man see that a wise blind priest would see
Still listening (maybe?)
Silently
To his take.
The wife who's afraid. His old man -- he don't know what to say. The friends with fences and their turning away.

Then only one notion from the wise blind Jesuit best he could see.
An answer in a question
He asked
One you’d never forget
His blind eyes rolling
Around. Around. And around
Silently.

Softly, gently he itched
One soul

So what did you expect?


--tim

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