Everyone's right

I’ve decided that everyone’s

right about everything.

And that if I listen carefully

to whoever’s talking about

whatever subject, I just might hear

the part he’s getting right.

The only thing is,

I can’t speak.

When I’m alone again,

I remember the words, ideas and stories

and I toss them high. I play. I

juggle. I watch the colors

sparkle in the sun. And when they

all fall down, I let them stay

where they land. Most end up

on the ground. The ones I catch

I throw up again and again until

I’m left with a singular

truth. I sometimes forget

where it came from.