This looks like jump to me

This looks like jump to me

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

You are a cockroach

you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard
the kitchen light suddenly shines
and you must get through to the other side
but testing every evenly spaced hole you find
your shoulders will never fit
and to get away you've got to fall.

or refuse to crawl and wait motionless
until inspiration with an overview filters through
or you die of hunger, lack of love, fear of death
or the outlandish hands of another angry animal
with a wisdom wiser
but infinitely useless as your own.

so you die. but now the big hands are gentle
and you receive a respite of thoughtlessness
and the garbage grave has warm chicken bones
and you don't care what happens to you
or the oldest species of proud recalcitrant insects
or procreating it or foraging a grubby kitchen sink

for food. the joy of making life is new. let go,
and through the night be carried carelessly along.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 24, 2014
Last Updated on January 3, 2015
Tags: Bones, Cockroach, Crawl, Death, Fall, Fear, Food, Garbage, Gentle, Grave, Hands, Hole, Hunger, Infinite, Insects, Joy, Jump, Kitchen, Life, Light, Look, Love, Me, New, Night, Species, Test, Wisdom


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