Obey

Obey

At least 50 % of the posts on Facebook

are too subtle for me, too nuanced:

I don’t know what they are talking about.

In class, too. I can hear voices across

the room but not always the content.

Happens at home watching tv—buzz buzz,

talking going on, that’ s for sure.  What?

I listen intently: obey obey, oyez oyez.

Nod my head. Sometimes smile. You’d

think this would be a disadvantage all

around but whatever it is people are

saying, it amounts to see me hear me

touch me feed me like me really like me.

People go blind and compensate with

other senses. My good old man claimed

he’d rather lose sight than hearing, if

forced.  Ended up losing both. .

I rolled up a manila folder as an

ear trumpet, stuck it in my father’s

ear and argued  over which was

better: spirituals or gospel. His vote

spirituals—likeem better than  gospel.

He would sing loudly out of key,

following the choir processing to the

pulpit.