Frogs (poetry)
Once I saw a lily covered lake
when all the blossoms were out of bloom
and the pads spread smooth and green
across this lake unlike any other I had seen.
A frog jumped from safe land
onto a lilypad. He made across it
without delay, without getting wet.
This feat of nature I will never forget.
I give the frog credit. He was quite fat.
He was heavy enough to sink a lilypad
but his quickness, his brevity, made him lighter than air
so that he never touched the water there.
A thought experiment.
What if I could leap like a frog
from chance to chance over fate
and never feel the regret of its lake.
Can we test lilypads of philosophy
without sinking to our very souls
with the weight of a moral fear.
when all the blossoms were out of bloom
and the pads spread smooth and green
across this lake unlike any other I had seen.
A frog jumped from safe land
onto a lilypad. He made across it
without delay, without getting wet.
This feat of nature I will never forget.
I give the frog credit. He was quite fat.
He was heavy enough to sink a lilypad
but his quickness, his brevity, made him lighter than air
so that he never touched the water there.
A thought experiment.
What if I could leap like a frog
from chance to chance over fate
and never feel the regret of its lake.
Can we test lilypads of philosophy
without sinking to our very souls
with the weight of a moral fear.