Sunday, October 28, 2012

My Latest Stress Point

My Latest Stress Point

How did I become
such a man that I could shift
my skin whenever?
My fascination
with the four footed lifestyle
is legendary
among my fast friends.
But lately strange things happen
and I am not sure
what I am to do.
I tried zebra on for size
and here's where I am.
This mountaintop's wrong
for me. I am sure of that.
Where's the way back down?

October 28, 2012 10:12 AM


  1. I have no idea friend, but I understand the well from which this water springs. The terrain is wrong, and has never been a "mountaintop" for me.

    1. Well, if you're a zebra, you belong in a herd down on the semi-arid plains of Africa. If you're a human soul, perhaps it's not so different. Perhaps there are people you need nearby and a level playing field.

      I suppose some of us must go to the mountaintop alone...

  2. hmmm that is quite amazing actually, you and i we still get to the same mountaintop once in a while, or meet in the same valley for that matter, Who know what would happen if you did belong on top and i in semi-arid plains of africa...

  3. ah, the trials and thrills of shape-shifting. the zebra is a splendid inspiration for this poem, so much texture.
    i suppose that the whole mutability of space is a curious by product of trying things on for size...

    1. That's what shape shifting is of course, trying things on for size.

      Happy to find you here, my friend.


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