Staying in poems.

08Jul08

I wrote a couple of poems when I stayed in last Friday night.  The reason why I write gains more depth the more I come to terms with my swirling thoughts and emotions.  It’s how I make sense and make peace. 

Thank you to my muse (in more ways than inspiration).

*****

On Thinking Too Much

There’s a pebble in my shoe
that tries not to be too loud.

At first,
I caught it giggling.

Then it started to gossip.

Then it grew tired, and started to sigh.

“Excuse me,” I said.
“What are you doing there?”

It looked at me.

Thumped,
sighed,
and buried
itself even
deeper.

I followed it,
trying to find out
where it came from,
and how
to remove it.

It burrowed in the sole
of my shoe,
I couldn’t find it.

I was walking,
limping,
unsteady.

I grew tired.

And stopped.
Inhaled.
Removed my shoes.

And ran.

- MPN 2008

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