The Muddle

Without thinking or deliberating, I asked my question

and made a muddle of things

and got the answer I expected…
and didn’t, at the same time

Here we go again, I thought, I couldn’t
leave well enough alone

And here’s another secret I sought out
and must keep to myself because it’s not mine
to tell

And I had to explain and explain myself, because
I couldn’t leave well enough alone

Sometimes, a room with a view isn’t always a good thing;
depends on the room,
and the view,
and what you’re really looking for


Written: 9/13/09