from the window an old pokey pickup truck…

i’ve spent
quite a few
sleepless nights
during
this
quarantine period
trying
to
measure aspects
of
my life
and
wondering
how others
could have
just
now
begun
to
appreciate
the struggles confronting
those
all around them
since
aunt bea
has lived
through
so much
i thought
i’d give her
call
and
asked
her opinion
aunt bea
said
the pace
of
our daily routines
blurs
our views
of
of life’s journey
keeping
what we’ve seen
or
what
we could have seen
out of focus
perhaps
the pandemic has
forced us
to
slow down
and
see
what’s been
right
in front of us
the whole time
we just
needed
to slow down
a bit
to feel
the pain
of
others

 

5 thoughts on “from the window an old pokey pickup truck…

  1. Interesting that you ask this question, in this way. I have been thinking a lot about white privilege and jotting down lots of thoughts. Privilege is something I have scorned and been interested in for a long time, but never as much as now and with so much urgency. It seems like I can only understand the black experience in a racist culture if I can understand my white experience of privilege. An aspect of white privilege is that I don’t have to see, to understand, to feel your pain if it becomes too painful and too difficult and too exhausting. I hope you will continue to prod me and challenge my implicit biases.

  2. OMG! Charlie, I just had this same conversation with my therapist on Thursday.I had been feeling the same way. My frustration level was very high with my family and friends. Why can’t they see what I see? About a week ago I had one of those light bulb moments!Maybe it’s because I came to this realization decades ago and they’re just starting to come to it now!Better late than never I guess. You’re words expressed what I had been thinking perfectly 👍🏻

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