Changing Man, a poem written by John Grey at Spillwords.com
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Changing Man

Changing Man

written by: John Grey

 

I want to be different the next time you see me.
Not just the hair, the cologne, the clothes.
I need to hear the honesty in your voice
when you say, “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Then I need to work on that word “almost.”

The dog will fetch the ball every time I toss it.
I don’t want to be the dog.
I’m not even happy as the master.
I love the way the ball hits a rock
or a twig or a lump of grass
and takes off in a whole other direction,
at a different speed.
Sure, I’d like a shot at being the ball.
That is up until the first drop of doggie slobber.

And when I’m driving around and get lost,
I no longer wish to panic.
I promise to enjoy not knowing where I am.
And if the cable goes out, it’s no longer annoying.
It’s liberating. Even more so,
when the cable comes back
and I’m not around to watch it.

I wish to try the new flavor,
listen to a group I’ve never heard before
just because I like their name,
and no – other women don’t interest me,
but another you is a different story.

If I could change my life and then change it again,
even change it back if that’s what suits me –
even the same old me
would come across as transformation.

John Grey

John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Soundings East, Dalhousie Review and Connecticut River Review. Latest book, “Leaves On Pages” is available through Amazon.
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