poem

 Analogy

Chuck a rock into a pond

And the moment 

It strikes the surface, it’s gone

For a few minutes waves ripple 

From the point of disappearance

But it never lasts 

Before long the water

Smooths and stills and silences 

Alternatively, you can skip a stone

Across a river, land it safely

In the mud of the opposite bank.

It’s cool to watch

But you’ll never get to that side yourself 

This tortured analogy is brought to you

By an idiot sinking rapidly

In the depths of his own fetid lake

When I get to the bottom

The water clouds with a sediment 

That never quite settles 

You’ll never see me again

7/13/25