encounter
just some random thoughts that came together for a poem... I don't know, it kinda makes sense, but it kinda scares me too. Here goes...encounter
There’s just something about waking up
At 6am in a field
With a corn stalk in your back
A pile of manure at your head
And no idea what happened.
Not that it happens often,
At least not often enough to matter
Once or twice every few months
Adds up to about seven or eight times a year
Nothing I’d even write my senator about
I don’t even wonder what happened
Not anymore,
I just think
“Oh well, where am I now?”
Head towards the nearest road
walk along until I find a road sign
and then find a telephone to call in sick.
Once I ended up just outside Peoria, Iowa
Which is a looong way from Ohio.
This friendly trucker on his way to Cincinnati
Offered me a ride when he saw me on the shoulder.
He noticed the corn silk on my shirt
And the vacant, vaguely confused
But ultimately utterly resigned look on my face.
He said gruffly “Happened again, did it?
Don’t worry, we’ll get them someday.”
His eyes grew dark then, and I knew
He meant what he was saying.
I just didn’t know what he meant.
posted by Andy W. Anderson, Ph.D Candidate @ 12:07 PM
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