Little Children Look at the World as Strangers Because They Are. And So They See What I Miss Because I’ve Been There Before. “Knowticing”: Honor the Familiar Paths; They Hold Treasures Still to be Unearthed. (a 420 Character, 9-Line Poem)

IMG_0267I could (mis)spell notice as knowtice because

when I (K)notice, I come to know more. A serendipity.

Especially when it happens with the guy I’ve been with for 45 years,

I’m reminded that there’s always more to learn;

like when I walk the same paths on the Cape,

blue inlets of the bay on the one side and picket fences on the other,

I’m surprised at what I discover,

what’s been there all the time.

Who (K)new.