The way we are.

I just finished reading a book of poetry by Partricia Traxler.  I'd never heard of 

her, but that's not unusual.  I haven't heard of a lot of people.  I got the book 

at the library.  She writes about the usual things that poets write about; love, 

loss, abusive husbands, guilt.  In several of the poems she talks of communing 

with nature.  About two thirds of the way through the book, it struck me how 

differently men and women are in the world.  We experience the world differently, 

and because of that, we may never completely agree on how we should be in the 

world. We have different roles and although some manage to pull off the appearance

of performing the other's role, there is always something missing.  I don't know 

what that is.  It's not the heart, because they are sincere in what they're doing, 

but something just isn't there.  I think I'm going to examine that a bit in the 

coming time.  I'm not putting up a poem today, because I can't find one that I've 

already done that talks about this, but there will be some coming.

I just read the above again and heard a resounding "DUH!" from the crowd that lives 

in my brain. I've known about the difference for a while, naturally, but yesterday

it went deeper.  I'm not talking surface crap here, I'm talking about soul-deep 

stuff.  It's going to be interesting to see where this takes me.