Slow Math
It is the details you notice.
Small things that others don’t read
quite the same way.
It is kind of a math,
adding them up, those details,
to see something larger.
And so, you wait. You watch.
There is no need to hurry or judge.
You’d rather know.
And the knowing is always in the details.
About this poem.
I am a watcher. A listener. I don’t come to conclusions quickly. And in the end, it’s always the details that tell the tale.
Tom
PS: The picture was taken at Bedlam Farm, in nearby New York State. Ages ago.
Quarry House 
Just beautiful. Tom, just beautiful.
A model to practice – re objects such as doors & energies so severe they stun – like school shootings [many details unseen w/o study; many conclusions premature; impossible to just look away.]