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Unbeknownst
A Poem
Unbeknownst to me, I’ve been missing out
on opportunities because of my affection
for solitary confinement and the quiet life
Unbeknownst to me, the world keeps spinning
even when I am sitting still in my chair,
at my desk, like every other day this year
Maybe I am perpetually unbeknownst with
a particular purpose because I am scared to
re-enter the world of communal relationships
It’s easier to keep everyone across the screen
or limited to a monthly scheduled lunch
because then I can’t be dislodged from my track
But what if what I really need in life is to be
disentangled from the ropes I used to tie myself
to a simpler but isolated life?
Unbeknownst to me, there is a world out there
waiting for me to dip my toe back into it
so I can create a ripple that holds me
© Jonathan Greene 2025
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