not so much a poem as working through some feelings.
When you are the only one
Who sees that something needs to be done.
You get so angry and so tired of being alone.
Even though you want to get it done.
But then you start to like being on your own:
You start to take some pride in being the one
Who saw that something needed to be done.
And when, at last, somebody comes along
And says “let me help you get it done.”
You do feel sort of woebegone
As if they took your thing and now it’s gone.
And that’s ridiculous and wrong.
Because all you ever wanted all along
Was not to be the only one
Thank you. It’s good to not be on my own.
But sometimes I will long
For the time I used to be the only one.
Tom Juniper Poetry 