Monday, October 24, 2011

Poem for a Monday

A blue whale’s tongue weighs as much as a full-grown elephant.

The blue whale does not think
he is god
as he sings his whale song,
though his low hums
rock the whole sea.

But you clench your fists
for the illusion of control,
and fight the currents around you,
dragged down heavy by
your head full of trivial pursuits
and delusions of importance.
Tension is a good way to drown.

You fool!
You wonderful, stupid fool.
Don’t you know how little you are?
Revel in your own smallness.
Let god be god
just as the whale is the whale
and you are only you.

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