A Poem

The Mistake

I had a “unique” perspective

I heard the music as the notes came.

Like a Zen Buddist; no preoccupation with the future

No anticipating my daughter’s future career or relationships.

Enjoy them now.

The fleeting, insufficient now.

I was reflective. Analyzing, breaking

down, considering what’s already occurred

in life or what’s been written on the page

Then I saw it all pass by me,

sitting backwards on the bus.