One evening, just sitting there
in a restaurant at a table
with 4 or 5 others,
I became all alone
after a dumb comment.
Self destruction silences me.
It can also ruin my meal.
It can also bring an insight,
a self revelation - a new knowledge
about me - about life - about others.
Cutting remarks - a caustic comment
like a steak knife scratching a white plate -
causes those around the table
to shrug shoulders and wince eyes.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb me.
I don’t pause enough before I speak.
I have a MeTube collection of these
un-thought out spoken thoughts - long before
YouTube movies made their appearance.
Delete. Delete. Delete. But somehow
they won’t or don’t
or can’t disappear.
I sit there alone - at that table with 5 -
replaying some other moment in my life,
in some other restaurant
where this same thing happened before.
Why can’t these re-runs
disappear so I can enjoy a meal
where this same thing happened before.
Why can’t these re-runs
disappear so I can enjoy a meal
and communion with my friends?
© Andy Costello, Reflections,
2012