A Duet of Two Poems
Running in the Wind
Running in the wind,
Leaves rustle at every step.
Running on the sea,
The fish bow down before you.
Running in the clouds,
The wind carries you up.
Running with the wind,
The wind gives you speed.
The sea pushes you forward.
The sky falls on you then gives you flight.
Running into the wind,
The wind pulls you back.
The water pushes forms a wall.
The sky falls on you forever.
If you run in the wind, you are a puppet.
Every step covers your path.
Every breath breathes no air.
Every blink blinds you
One day, you choose your path.
You run into the wind.
You run fast and swift, strong and persistent.
The wind will start to tail you;
Then you will be running with the wind again.
A Bombardment of Questions
If a fish’s memory is seven seconds,
Does that mean you have to hide from a shark for seven seconds so it forgets to chase you?
Is an orange called an orange because oranges are the color orange,
Or is the color orange called the color orange because oranges are the color orange?
If the plural of goose is geese,
Is the plural of moose meese?
If the plural of mouse is mice,
I wonder if the plural of house is hice.
If the plural of die is dice,
Does that make the plural of lie lice?
If the plural of fish is fish,
Why isn’t the plural of “a wish on a dish” “a wish on a dish?”
It’s been seven seconds, and I forgot already…
How long is a fish’s memory?