I know that we are disposed
as beings of the convergent
kind to gather with others that agree
with our tastes and points of view.
That seems natural doesn’t it?
A gathering of like minds that come
together in a celebration of being
all the same and together,
one with one, on the same page.
I like the food you like and the
sorts of films, so we agree!
Agreement is so nice, so smooth,
like rocks in a flowing stream.
But I like rocks of the jagged kind–
that don’t sit smoothly in the hand
but have rough edges and spikes
that make me feel what’s there
and sense the textures that a hand
can feel as it seeks to understand
the unrepeated varieties of the world.
So too the pleasure of disagreement,
of divergence, dissent, of all the
shapes and sizes of the world that
come into the realm of my senses and
make this experience of a life always
brand new, variegated and troubled
with others that don’t share my
preferential tastes at all.