"Not like but is . . ."

Everything is comparable,

or of that persuasion

for the first few seconds

of confusion

that any initial notice brings.

There is the internal quick study

of all things front and center,

the sieve of comprehension

as coming into frame.

Then most everything spoken

is reducible

to a spectatorship lingo point of view.

There is summary and encapsulation,

power point depiction in the mind,

and “and lastly” phrased to share.

But there isn’t very much of

“not like but is”.

That would be each one of us

but not really, on display.

This “is” factor

is everyone’s desperate search

for true identity manifest

yet displaced by projection.

Babies have it

before the dumb down

of our reality sets overwhelms.

Many people have it to exhibit,

but much like aurora borealis,

it is a special set of circumstances

and apparently spontaneous if at all.

For me, it comes

in the drinking of water,

not that food doesn’t evoke.

But drinking water,

although it may have taste distraction,

is definitely “not like but is”.

Food has a taste extravaganza,

a tango to chew,

landing the food utensil

on the delivery deck,

disembark, disengage and depart

before said process reaches assignment,

chew, taste, and swallow.

Where as water is an instinctual quench.

It is a reload, a refurbish, a refresh

and a tap into that “that is” . . .

even in terms of people,

we would all want to quench

and tap into the spirit

of a person “that is".

Remember, "not like, but is . . ."