Pastor's Kid

Teeming, I dream experimental to drudge through luggage left for me, 

yet to be claimed.

An item got lost in transit, which is no matter, because 

our problems always get delivered to our doorstep the following business day.

Tried to weigh it on the scale for shipment,

only to find no numerical value. 

Unquantifiable, apparently.

If you "know a Guy", it might ship out faster,

but either way they're all headed to the same location.

Hook, line, and sinker like a salesman,

sauntering about in your casual Friday dress.

Telling the world of another world you've gotten a sneak preview of.

A mere apology, I offer, if we don't seem interested.

Just got off a long flight and we're quite tired.

Does empathy or sympathy exist in this other world you speak of?

Is there plantlife?

Good soil?

Could I grow a garden?

All fair questions, that get answered abstractly

as if the the salesman ignored you question altogether.

I heard it across the hall, over seas, whispered on the train

from one city to the next.

Separation and segregation is what we grow up with

like "Facts of Life" or "Full House" or "Friends".

Even those are old now, but I never made an effort to change my bedding.
Wrapped myself up all insolent and "innocent" of such dissonance.

I embodied such an abstract answer as this, only when

I turned around to take the next flight out.

No innocence, just persaverence and education from hard knocks.

Grasping a concept only when I held my baggage with my own two hands.

Don't spit in my face to spout poetry from your self-righteous idealogy.

Never forget the human.

Never forget a face.

For the next one may be God.