WRITE THE WORLD REVIEW ARCHIVE

Sometimes,
when you’re sitting on the street,
just watching the people go by,
you see things that you don’t understand.

A very good example of this would be the man across the street,
struggling to carry three large buckets.
He keeps setting them down and picking them back up,
trying to arrange them in his hands so they won’t spill.

In events like this,
there is always the compulsion,
the curiosity,
to want to know what is going on with them.

And of course the only way to satisfy this curiosity is to get up,
and ask.
So that’s what you do.

“What's with the buckets?” you ask.
“They’re carrying something important.”
“Would you like any help?”
“You wouldn’t understand the job.”
“Well maybe I would understand if you show me what’s in the buckets.”

He sets the buckets down,
And cracks the lid off one with a gesture to look inside.
Oh.

You see what’s swirling inside of the buckets,
The same colors you would see every morning,
When you opened your eyes after a wonderful dream.
You understand completely.

“Oh, yes. I do understand the job.”
“You don’t think I’m crazy?”
“Well, I am a little mad myself. Who am I to judge?”

Smile your sharpest smile,
and pick up a bucket.
You have a job to do now.

Sometimes,
when you’re sitting on the street,
just watching the people,
you see things you don’t understand.

A very good example would be,
the two people who cross the street everyday,
each carrying large buckets of dreams.