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Saturday, January 18, 2014

If I Stay Too Long

Lee Celledoni dancing the Jitterbug, 1947
If I stay too long
on any one
thought
it takes on the weight
of 87 elephants.
And the weight of 87 elephants
could crush 
even my big feet
except that
I can make myself into a ball
and roll
under the legs of 87 elephants
until I reach the river.
And if I was a ball
and rolled into the river
I might be swept far far far far away
so far that I might never get back home.
Except that
I might become a rock
and sink
to the
d
e
p
t
h
s
of the river
buried in mud

and rocks 
and fish poop.
And I might sit at the bottom
of the river
for
all
eternity.
Except that
I could grow legs
and become a crab
and crawl my way
from the
d
e
p
t
h
s
to the 
s     h     o     r     e     l     i     n     e
where,
if I am not lucky
I might be eaten by a 
GIANT BIRD.

Except that,
when I crawl up onto the
s     h     o     r     e     l     i     n     e
I find you
by a fire
and a stewpot.
And before you can catch me
for the stewpot
I become
a drop of water
and burrow into your skin
where
it will take you
a thousand years
to recycle me gone.

inspired by Harold and the Purple Crayon



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