At the end of the day
Maybe I end up with shredded wheat.
Maybe its granola,
Or some other weird thing.
Maybe I am not any clearer about the merits or value of either;
But do I end up knowing a great deal more about myself?
Assumptions and privilege,
Shortcomings and potential for failure and flaw.
. . .
Poem by Justice Castañeda. Photo Credit: Flickr/Ron Mader