There Is No Room For Experience
One day appeared to me
an ancient wizard
his cardboard mouth
had the corners folded down
like pages in a book.
.
He looked me down and up
and tapped my knee
with an old stick
.
and said:
I’m not carrying much just
general knowledge
.
I chewed these words for a while and
fumbled for a appropriate response
finding none
I asked him:
Why do you live in the country?
.
Because in the city there is glass!
.
he coughed
his cough an exclamation mark
.
Having lived all my life in the city
I found it hard
to imagine a world without glass
.
I was thinking about a house with no windows
and the wizard seemed able to read my mind
when he said:
There is no room in a house for experience
.
Which is strange as there is a room for living.