Someone else’s problem—a poem

Someone else’s problem

You know what it's like
to know a fact that everybody knows
and to tuck it away, ho hum
as something someone else should do

and then one day the implications
hit you (who knows why) and you see
the colour and feel and implications
you see it applies to you

your scalp whistles 
and your hair floats
with the force 
of the fact seen new

But when you try to explain
your 3D neon vision
they tuck it away, ho hum, not new
and maybe so do you

A lonely epiphany has a point for sure
it cleans you out 
But if it doesn't lead to cleaning up
it's not worth tuppence.

That burning bush
where will I put it?
on a billboard
or in the bottom drawer? 

Another poem hot off the press or rather, unfinished. This one will change or disappear.

Someone else’s problem: a lonely epiphany. I dare say you’ve had one too.

I wonder what problem you have in mind… Could be anything.