A powerful force arrested him
And pushed him down the alley
Where he heard a clown
I must have been so fooled by the sight
Like a vision made me see a whole other world, behind the wall
It blew my senses
Then, I was lost in my thoughts
Intrigue surrounded me
And I slowly felt my myself submitting to the sounds
Of my heart beating
To the rhythm of another unusual sight
Then, I saw this man standing there, this awkward looking guy
I kept going back to hear his ditty
It was kind of magnetizing me
I could not resist
He was so uncool
Then he showed me how cool he was, just for a moment
I was curious and wanted more.
I am his editor
Today’s word is suited. It’s a word that means one fits in. In other words, you are suited for something or other. You have the abilities, personality, character for something or other that will make something you are suited for a success. I’ve liked that word. It’s a safe, secure word with definition. I know where I stand with suited. It’s one of those words where you just know the meaning. Because, I think, you and I know our limitations, we know when we are suited for something or other. For some tasks and jobs, it might just take a little trying out first. Then, we’d know if we are suited.
To do research.
Whatever. Just like to research.
A particular interest of yours?
No, just research.
Any research in particular?
Annuals. Years in review.
You seem hesitant about telling me more.
What happened in 2020. I got to find out more.
We paused. I mean, there was more to it, wasn’t there?
I guess there was.
I don’t know. I wish I knew. Do you mean some sort of sign?
No. A brush with something.
I don’t try and find meaning in events. It’s too unknown.
But I do.
Because I just do. There must be more to this. The things we see.
That we put on life.
You want to see more.
Yes. I look for more.
What do you see now?
Tragedy. But I’ve never heard it said that way. It’s all been called death. Can anyone articulate why we can’t say it some other way? We’re too numb.
How would you say it?
I can’t. I just can’t. It’s like we can’t express the feelings behind compassion. We just say facts.
You feel deeply.
Yes, I do. I feel deeply.
How can they offer the world hope if their houses are filled with lonely people?
I lift my heart to skies and give it to God and see what was meant to be.
Caring to see rightly, tenderness holding tightly.
But just another club sandwich at the café.
The walk of life grinds on stuff, somehow, it affirms the very life in me.
“I find it hard to adjust to you,” he said.
“But I want to be this way,” she said.
“I don’t want to change,” he replied. She said, “But I only like you a certain way.”
He said, “Perhaps I should turn that side on and turn off the other stuff you don’t like.”
“Would that be too hard, dear? Do it for me and you’ll become a better man for it.”
“But I’ve been doing that for years,” he said.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice, but recently I’ve noticed a…”
He was thinking, I better not tell her about all the other stuff that was going on in my bachelor days. He yearned for the comforts of his long lost remote control where he felt accepted where life would go back to normal and this little conversation a relic of a bad moment.
But they accepted one another, essentially.