Relative Something

and then
there was the time
and time again
when things didn’t go
quite the way
we did intend
as if what we are waiting for
isn’t simply hiding
just around the bend
in a place that’s twice as real
as the one inside our heads
unlike what we read in books
about any wild thing
never happening to us
that we compare with our life
of normal happenstance
harrowing familial dance
and every daily grind
to see the pieces we use
to frame our reference
to build a psychic fence
we know we have to climb
from which we then feel fear
for what we might see
on the other side
of the inside of ourselves
we hardly intend to reveal
even though we always do
every single day
by saying what we say
and saying it in a way
that paints us every day
with our own broad brush, okay