What I thought was a vacation
turned out to be a global pandemic.
What looked like a shadowy murderer
turned out to be the coat rack.
What I thought was my bed
was another 14 hour work day of tasks
and work and sitting with the computer.
What I mistook for a gambler's table
was actually my father's work bench
with pieces of his heart strewn among the scraps.
What looked like a cell phone
turned out to be a bottomless abyss.
What I thought was a career path
was in fact a pair of my grandfather's work-pants
waiting for me to wear out the knees.
What seemed to be a straight forward explanation
of the origins of life was actually some druidic religion
with sacrifices still being lined up.
What I took to be my finger
was actually a microphone, no a telephone,
no a private letter that put the blame
somewhere but never got sent.
What I thought was a nasty four letter word
turned out to be a single word poem.
