YOU NEVER KNOW

It’s all fiction, he said.

But then he admitted

”Well, maybe it’s factual”

With a careless shrug:

You never know,

It’s a matter of perspective-

WHOSE perspective,

The tellers, or the ones told to?

While Beethoven drones on;

It might as well be hip hop

For all the difference it makes.

Sitting in the half-light,

Waiting for something to happen.

The problem is

That it never happens

For those who wait for it:

Something about a watched pot.

So when does it happen?

Maybe it never happens,

Or maybe it’s happened already.

I opened up my mind

And this creature

Came tumbling out.

Is it real?

You never know.

Chip Bergeron

February 8, 2013