Sunday, March 15, 2009

born a fish

it’s new and i like it
born a fish
not so bad, i don’t care
food floats by all the time
don’t have to wash or decide what to wear

home life is odd
never sleep in the same bed
and today i got rushed over a falls
i know why they call ‘em that
but i didn’t get hurt

keep swimming
they say i have to watch out for fishermen
whatever that means and such
we swim in schools
but i haven’t learned much
at Sunday, March 15, 2009

4 comments:

Annie said...

Why do I get the feeling this post was written from a hospital bed? I hope not. Hope everything is okay- you missed posting a couple of days.

Speaking of posts- When you look for mine, please click on the blog name, and not on the post title. If a person posts more than once the same day, your recent blog roll only lists one of the new posts.

Monday, March 16, 2009 10:15:00 AM
jack sender said...

You are feeling much too intensely.

And, there is no hope, for anything, ever. But, it is fun to think there is.

I did not miss posting for a few days! In fact, I did not miss it at all, but you did miss mine, and that is nice of you.

Another thing. I already looked at your blog this morning, and now I will look again.

My absence this weekend was due to our trip north to Toscana. I took my computer, but the promised Internet connection was unavailable.

Monday, March 16, 2009 12:16:00 PM
Annie said...

Sorry - And glad to hear you're fine. But isn't being a "fish out of water" a useful metaphor for a hospital stay?

There is no objective truth. But there is always hope!

Monday, March 16, 2009 10:23:00 PM
Andy Sewina said...

Dead good!!

Thursday, March 26, 2009 8:14:00 AM

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