Sometimes the safest questions to ask ourselves
are about other times, other places, and other people.
It is so much more pleasant to guess what might have been,
how things might have felt, what people might have wished for,
and what might have lain ahead along unspotlighted
corridors of time.
Rather than dwell where we are, with ourselves,
Feeling far less happy to not know the answers.
Thank you for your comment Nigel, and the footfall of fate passing will seem especially loud if we haven't even had time to ask, but fate passes still even when we do ask, and although we think the footfall seems softer in truth that's just how we hear it. Is it not?
Thanks also Stephen for your comment, yes, I think sometimes it is best not to know the answers, and after all, what could stop us from knowing how our own past ought to affect us going forwards except unbearable complexity of what even happened and what we might even be able to make happen or ought to want to make happen. And so we create a story for ourselves of what we wish to have felt and wish to feel, do we not?
Or perhaps it is only me.... ?
Actually I'm thinking this is probably only a truth for some, but then that's ok as it does start with the word 'sometimes' ?
Intriguing poem, Aviva. Are there occasions when it is best not to know the answers?
Given no time to ask
fate has already passed.
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Sun 14th Feb 2021 02:02
Thanks also to those who have clicked 'Like' for this poem. ?