The Heart Chronicles

➳ Oblivious

OBLIVIOUS

Some say, to be oblivious is a blessing,

though I am not sure they understand what

it means to be oblivious

So I tell them:

                             ignorance is not a blessing

because the sullen night is oblivious to the day

which knew it would have to end

to let the sun rise

because the child weeping in his room is oblivious

to what is waking him from his sleep,

the explosions

because the lover is oblivious, momentarily, to their love

because the unborn child is oblivious to the air we breathe

though the adult is oblivious only to the galaxies

yet still, I want to be oblivious to the inevitable judgments

that we all seem to receive

always inhibiting and never freeing,

as oblivious as the ones who gave them

I want to be as oblivious as a pencil

or a pen, not because it couldn't see the world around it,

but because it chose only to include the important

I want to oblivious, and you might too,

though this does not mean it is the best thing to be.

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This is an imitation of poem called Litany by Billy Collins, but I changed it a lot so I hope you guys like it.