Blindsided

The particles on the jacket

The scent on the sleeve

The red stain on the collar

The irritating need...

To know.

The fear in the eyes,

The bruise around the cheek and lid,

The swelling of the lip,

The sadness with concern...

Of why?

All the things we observe

Things that have nothing to do with us

The need to help placed in front

Of our underlying curiousity

We "must" know.

We observe others,

We judge others,

We "know" others,

We ignore our own pain

Our own deciet, betrayal

We see all the signs

Yet deny it by having to be

In the know of someone elses life.

While worrying about everyone else

We get hit like a rock that we didn't even see coming.

--grb 2011)