Pull Me Into Your Slough
Pull me into your slough.
I can take it.
I’ve learned to tread the water.
I know the routes.
I can’t lead you out
But I can sit beside you a while
And visit.
Pull me into your slough.
I can take it.
I’ve learned to tread the water.
I know the routes.
I can’t lead you out
But I can sit beside you a while
And visit.
A group of invisible frogs
Chuckle noisily together
Over some private joke
In their corner of the swamp.
Curious,
I draw near; they fall silent.
So I resume my wandering
And they resume their laughter.
This time, I presume,
The joke is me.