Originally written on the intfiction forums.
A 23 minute walk and you think on being a father, a mental grocery list, career woes, angst, breathe in and out, traffic, loss of control, your child, (Spoiler - click to show)snapping at your wife, distraction, politics, change your path, (Spoiler - click to show)your dad spiraling into xenophobic conspiracy theories, traffic, your students, the baby, don’t forget those groceries, will you really change?
I liked the background being a video advancing frame-by-frame as each line is revealed, it added immersion. I appreciated the pacing and variation between lines, moreso in the early parts of the poem compared to the end. I did brace myself when (Spoiler - click to show)the narrator’s thoughts turned to his father, because I wasn’t in the mood for “talking to my parent(s) is difficult because they turned into conspiracy-believing bigot(s).” That is relatable (though more applicable to my grandparents) but something broke, a connection fractured, we can no longer pretend the broccoli, your wife and baby, and your job have no relation to your father. Yes, nurture can determine behavior and all that, but is it that simple to attribute everything to him? How he treated you and how he turned out recently? That’s like saying eye and hair color only comes down to a 4x4 Punnett square when there are about a hundred or so genes that determine those traits. Genes can be weird.
Still, a good twenty-ish minute walk being stuck in well-expressed and communicated thoughts. That's the perfect length for me.