Slap In the Face
like a slap in the face or
cold water from the tap
splashed up from your hands
first thing in the morning
dripping cool down your forehead
with drops traveling down the slope
of your nose---
the notion that you will never know
everything that it is that you want to know &
that you really don’t know that much to
begin with, it
can sting at first, but then it can
illuminate
&
with it comes a renewed love of life & a
renewed interest in your fellow humans---
because everyone has something
interesting about them
which can be revealed through
conversation &
getting to know each other
without any prior motivation &
without any ulterior motive---
instead,
human communication can blossom,
much like a great work of art
which when produced by an artist,
sparks the imagination in that very moment of
creation &
at the same time,
amazes & even inspires others when its
conclusion is
reached.
our potential in the short time that we are
alive,
may very well be so vast that we ourselves
cannot comprehend it---
& for that reason,
the wealth of possibilities
which lie right at our fingertips
seems to articulate itself as the only real
pool of images, sounds & actions
that should appropriately stand before us
when we open our eyes
after that slap in the
face.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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