Viewpoint

life is a trotting dog
with a fat bone in its mouth,
the sunset at its back
the warmwind in its nose,
but stay outta traffic
unless you're telepathic
since people driving cars
don't give a damn.

life is a swimming fish
with water in its gills,
the gulfstream behind it
riding on a wave,
but stay outta the surf
'cause its fisherman's turf,
its the last place
a lotta fishes swam.

Pensacola
2005