Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Written in sand


My own sandbox looks sparse and neat
where many may not come to dig,
while others are the main attractions.
So with a weakness for distractions,
I pick up my shovel and I take my rig
hauling a humble load of conceit.

How many times did I play today
in other sandboxes around the sphere,
and dig into them with pundit prose,
then flinging some sand around with my toes,
and leaving a track that says "I was here,"
but knowing it's written in sand, not clay?




Notes:
1. This was written after wondering why I would waste time posting a comment on big blogs like the ones at The New York Times and The Huffington Post, where it would be one comment among hundreds — Who does such things?
2. placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #6 (Aug 29, 2010)