Trout Swimming Upstream for Nickels and Dimes
The
world outside my window
moves like someone hit fast-forward
and broke off the pause button.
jump in the ring with clocks.
and I'm here to share.
foraged
into a sword—
each of us holding an entire world on our shoulders.
that computers will never hug us.
And tape it to your forehead if you must.
swimming upstream for peanuts.
From the book Kairos (print version only). Also won the Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge in December of 2009.
moves like someone hit fast-forward
and broke off the pause button.
We
race for our seats
on
musical chair mornings,jump in the ring with clocks.
But
today my soul pinched me,
woke
me up with a beautiful, simple idea,and I'm here to share.
My
friends,
one
wordforaged
into a sword—
"Enough!"
Like
drought in a rose garden,
like
sour on a sweet kiss:
We
tolerate too much,
we
tunnel drive through life;each of us holding an entire world on our shoulders.
But
it doesn’t have to be this way.
We
can spread our arms, ride the wind, enjoy life.
Remind
ourselves that money is not air,that computers will never hug us.
So
write a list of things you love,
things
that make life good for you.And tape it to your forehead if you must.
For
a daily pinch is a daily reminder
that
you're not a fishswimming upstream for peanuts.
From the book Kairos (print version only). Also won the Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge in December of 2009.
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