A million times
A beautiful thing
A remarkable thing
It becomes a familiar thing
The thing we’ve all seen
In the same way
Photographed from the same spot
And so you go there
And when you take the photograph
You stand in the same spot
And take the same photograph
And damn if it ain’t as beautiful
As you’ve been told it was all these years
As beautiful as all the photographs
Taken from the same damn spot
And so you say to yourself
Yep. Been there
Done the beautiful thing
Seen and photo’d the remarkable thing
So you leave
And there’s some time
So you go to another thing
And the other thing’s pretty cool too
But then…
Then you see something
Some new other thing
Through a window in the cool thing
So you go up to the window
To get better look at this new other thing
And it takes you a minute
‘Cause you’ve never seen this new other thing
And it’s absolutely magnificent
And you wonder, just for a second
Where it was, all along
How’d everyone miss this exquisite thing
Before you realize
It’s the beautiful thing
The Remarkable thing
Seen from a different place
And it just blows your mind
I mean
I think the beautiful remarkable thing
Is even more beautiful, more remarkable
When seen from this different place
But everyone’s hung up
On the one place
The perfect place
For seeing the beautiful remarkable thing
So that’s how everyone sees it
And, yes
This poem is a metaphor
But what’s more important
Is finally seeing the beautiful remarkable thing
As if for the very first time
From the Red Fort
Agra
Uttar Pradesh, IndiaTaken during travels, 2017