Poetry of Issue #7        Page 55

Pristine Contradictions

Pristine contradictions.
Collisions need not hurt
Or cause damage.
Some just turn you about
In another direction
Until you notice something different or new
Something that has always been there
But you had never noticed before:
How quickly the sun crosses the Southern sky in December;
The way some parents rush to help
Their toddler who has stumbled
While others wait patiently
As their little one rises to his feet
Tries again
Takes his next step
The memory of his fall having faded
To play in his life
No role of significance.

  Zev Torres