This was actually begun as a poem for someone else … & took a wrong turn along the way, which improved it immeasurably.
was happily wallowing, wallowing;
in my heart of broken glass pain;
my sad song that never ends;
my woe-is-me tale of eternal misery;
with my wounded soul lying in a cave;
like a hippo in mud;
like the proverbial pig;
like the …
when i got to wondering
what other creatures like a good wallow.
a quick interwebbing told me
elephants & elephant seals
warthogs & rhinoceroses
tapirs & bison all do; some deer too.
accidentally learning along the way,
it’s a comfort behaviour, free sunscreen,
insect repellent, wet brush to enhance
moulting & remove parasites; as well as
aids social cohesion & play in young animals.
by which, i’d forgotten my mopery
(though i was a good deal itchier)
BONUS POEM: April 20, 2018
After a scare with their prepaid Skip the Line tickets I finally saw my mother (Old Ma Jones) & my niece inside, when I thought, WTH I may as join the end of the queue & see how long it actually takes. Seemed a shame to be so close & not even try.
I did not leave
myself all day
lost in the space
I’m always lost in
— from here
than I have known
things I could
once have been
were it not
for the shadows
in the vale