Splash

How many times can you knock on a door
Expecting an answer
Before realizing the question
Has no response

Is it when the tree becomes paralyzed
In the wind
Forgetting to sway in unison with the cast
Reading the script

Breaking character to observe
The wandering waterfall
Looking for privacy in the middle of anywhere
Nowhere even close

Surrounded by false noise
Mistaken for chatter
Sounds not meant to be heard
Out of focus

Or is it when you realize the answer
Has gotten out
Escaped through the back door without a peep
Too long ago

Because it saw the sign
Ever so blurry
And the sign said exit
Do not open

Without leaving a paper trail by the curb
Merely a footprint
Filled in by that wandering waterfall
Creating a puddle

Therein lies the answer
In the reflection
Staring back up at what is coming down
Making a splash.

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About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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6 Responses to Splash

  1. rebbit7 says:

    Yes! I enjoyed this. Looks like you’re becoming the real poet, eh?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. countingsheepstudio says:

    This is brilliant – loved everything about it!

    Liked by 1 person

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