Tuesday, January 22, 2013

What Hasn't Been Said

For weeks now I’ve been composing. In my head. In the car. In bathroom stalls. On sidewalks. For weeks now I’ve been editing. What to say, how to say it. What has worth, what is meaningful. What hasn't been said.

I've perused random blogs, scrutinized the postings of strangers - followed my friend's link to her friend's blog and her friend's link to her friend's blog. I've read intimate details about people I don't know, people I wouldn't recognize on the street or trust to hold my purse at a bar. I've looked to these strangers for instruction and for examples of what is significant and original.

Last week I was leaving the grocery store, composing/editing, and I passed a man in the parking lot, one hand against his car, the other pressing a cellphone to his ear. The pits of his pink polo shirt were stained with sweat. This is what I heard:

"She can have everything, the house, the car, the savings. I don't care. I just want to see my kids."

This is not original. This has been said before. For a screenplay, a novel, a script, these words, in this order are common and typical and horribly mundane.

But this is what he said. And this is how he said it. And the reality of these words, said in this order, rips at my heart and shakes the entire universe.


  1. I love this. Goosebumps...

  2. It's always nice to get perspective realigned. Thank you, as always.