they say that if you
worry that you are
going crazy
that you aren't

but I don't know
about that;

I stare at the little patch of ground,
and wonder how many worms
lie just beneath the surface;

the robin is pondering
the same question,
except she finds out:

I look at my pen,
and wonder how many words
clog its tiny arteries,
and then I pick it up,

and start to find out.

April 11, 2010.

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