Understanding

Sometimes we all get stuck in our own particular understanding of things.  I know I do.  This is why it may take several different iterations on the part of the one who is hurt to reach a common understanding.  I know this is the way of it.  I still wish it were different.  And I still rejoice when common understanding is the result.

I remember the wrong done to me

from years ago

Like it was yesterday.

I thought what he had done

Was so obviously wrong,

I pitched rocks in the back yard.

He did not see (of course).

I called him.

He did not understand.

I wrote letters and emails.

He did not understand.

Finally I made an appointment.

I told him this was so important

It needed an hour, face to face.

I told him I would sit there,

Explain, perhaps weep,

Until he understood.

Finally

He got it.

Somehow I knew I had it in me

To do this.

Somehow

I knew he had it in him

To understand.