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)
I 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,