Poemdog

Dogs 2018

FORCED HAND
(3/20/18)

we hibernate
at times

stagnate

unwilling
to move

sometimes
due
to too many
options

or too
few

we meditate

we depress

we drift

not knowing
in which
direction
to turn

but if
we remain
immobile

sooner
or later

circumstances
will decide
our fates
for us

outside
influences
not usually
acting
in our best
interest

some fingers
may be bent

broken

to initiate
our movement

so we
wander out
again

perhaps
a bit crippled

back
into society

returning
to the flow
of the active
life

remembering
the reason

why we
went
into hiding
in the first
place