A World of Puddles
Ⓒ06-21-23, Olan L. Smith
I don't apologize for being smart or dumb,
an intellectual or a digger of ditches;
I'm just a human being like everyone else,
and sometimes we need to get over
ourselves to reach beyond our stagnation.
When we swim in the same pond too long
we slowly die, a death of inches, of millimeters
until we vanish into the muck we call home.
We want to defend our pool, fight for our school,
our hometown to the death, we never distinguish
What else is out in the world? Who knows
if the nearby lake is better, more fish, more food,
more oxygen to thrive. Remember not to stick
your head in every cavity least the snapping
turtle chomps it off and leaves your body behind.
Flourish, grow legs, and walk upright. Breathe fresh
air before you condemn your neighbor of their
misdeeds. Perhaps it is you who's slack
because you're full of ignorance, it's a fight to build
a world made of straw, and brackish sludge.
YOU ARE READING
Bird's Eye
PoetryA new collection of poems written by Olan L. Smith starting 2023; all right's reserved.
