we are living and we do not
know ourselves
and we dissect animals
trying to understand life,
not realizing we are examining
death.
lions don't hold court,
raccoons don't run for office,
cats sleep most of the
day.
and we are islands seeking
retreats from loneliness
finding distractions wherever
we can wishing to kill time
and wanting more
the waves lapping against
the shore
erosion setting in as we stand
and fall.
moose eat magic mushrooms,
bees will get drunk if they
can,
the cat will froth at the
mouth.
somewhere a human sits in a
room drunk on nothing
watching TV
reading or finding other
distractions
sitting completely sober.
and there's a certain sadness
about it,
a certain beauty and tragedy,
just as there is with
everything.
