Everything Is Waiting For You

I'm not sure about this poem. It seems like a voice that doesn't know who he is talking to. He leaves me out of his world. There is a kind of arrogance that assumes more than it should. Have you been raped? Have you been beaten? Are you woman?...with children? I wonder how privileged your life has been. I do believe all voices need to be heard. I don't think you are in a position to judge many voices at all

I appreciate your view and write to offer a different perspective. I see this as an offer to broaden one’s view of being alone, which is hard for many. When we consider the soap dish as an enabler, a door as an entry point to great beginnings we see we are not totally ‘alone’ but are surrounded by opportunity these objects offer. When we see opportunity as just a door, we have missed the point.

Hi Jane, I recognize your responses and questioning. Indeed a smatter of poetic manly indulgence speaks out. And at the same time a certain insight into being, being here now, connected to the kettle that's whistling and the grief that pours out . . .