And this made me think.
How many people on Earth,
are, at this moment,
thinking the exact same thing,
at the exact same time as me?
I wonder who else
just had an overwhelming desire
for tomato soup and grilled cheese.
Or who else just cursed as they stubbed their toe
on the door of their bedroom …
and suddenly I feel very small
because I can no longer
throw my hands up in anguish
and say, “No one understands me!”
Because they do.
Because someone else, somewhere else
on Sept. 21st, at 10:10 a.m., just finished a poem entitled, “An Event that Happens to but One in One Billion People Every Day Occurs about Six Times a Day, 2,000 Times a Year.”