Floating on oceans taught me well.
The best swimmer still drowns in a
Well. We all need help. When the kids
Ask what happened to the trees do we
Say they fell? The wick tells a tale as
It burns. Wind will fill a sail once you
Learn to turn. Front is the bow; back is
The stern. You only earn your salt when
You can tie a bow around our collective
Journey. An old man loves to say it to
Your face and say it sternly, “Your
Generation doesn’t work like mine did!”
But how could we file peacefully into
Mines, refineries, and cubicles? My
Cuticles are dirty, earthy, nearing 30
And surely you can feel the hurry I’m
In to bury you.