This poem is dedicated to those who lost their lives in the bar in Thousand Oaks, CA.
It doesn’t take a sociopath You can wait until it comes
to think like a sociopath. All your way -- at the local
it takes is imagination: the synagogue, the corner Kroger,
second floor outdoor balcony the campus bar mid-semester,
of the college’s Business your child’s school, your neighborhood
Building, the northwest church, while you sit in the pew, facing
corner -- aiming toward the center the altar, the preacher, the pulpit,
of campus, the students beneath the large, looming cross, with your
walking to the Union to grab a bite or back to the door, sitting with your
meet a friend between classes-- head exposed like a melon
They don’t think, but, bone deep, they know on the vine. And you know
© Kimberly Williams
Kimberly has been fortunate to travel to half the Spanish-speaking countries in the world by the time she was forty. As a traveler into different cultures, she has learned to listen ask questions, and seek points of connections. This page is meant to offer different points of connections between writers, words, ideas, languages, and imaginations. Thank you for visiting.