Wednesday, January 11, 2006

beginning to untangle

the mud settles to the bottom,
the surface becomes clear.
i move my head closer,
get a good look inside.

but like staring at the sun
the closer i get,
the more blurry it becomes,
the mud and the water are mixed up again.

this time,
if i stay very still,
if i wait for a while,
the mud can forget about me.

maybe if i move very slowly,
if i act nonchalant
i can see what i'm looking at
this muddy puddle will clear.

and the puddle does clear
but all that i find
is that the bottom of this puddle
is not what i am looking for.

Comments:
Interesting poem... I sense truth in it.

-Steve
 
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