Hiding, Not Thinking


Sometimes, swarms approach.
Improvements, machines, mean men.
I work to evade their awareness
of my awareness. Crawl slinky-like.
I want to lie with my stingy trees
with baby buds with sticky fingers,
watching the blues of the skies,
searching for any kind of white to
break my zone, hoping for softness
of grass merely interrupted by
sidewalks and occasional passersby,
but I have to hide from men and
machines, tightened in a slouch,
pretending to be undisturbed,
pretending to be unmovable,
looking as though I am working
on physics homework having
just finished Einstein’s lecture series.


This is my response to Eric’s fabulous photo prompt this week at his Bifocal Univision site. He is trying to make us work really hard with these, but don’t tell him that they’re a bunch of fun!

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  1. #1 by jabblog uk on March 15, 2011 - 4:30 am

    It’s difficult to face the world, sometimes – much easier (and potentially destructive) to hide and pretend we’re absorbed in something more important. Great post!

    • #2 by Carl on March 15, 2011 - 7:13 am

      Thank you for your comment!

  2. #3 by Evelyn on March 15, 2011 - 6:53 am

    ha! great post!
    you kicked its ass!
    now I dont even want to play.
    Carl, dont forget I love your poetry, ok?

    • #4 by Carl on March 15, 2011 - 7:11 am

      You are wonderfully kind! Don’t forget you teach me, ok?

      • #5 by Evelyn on March 20, 2011 - 5:53 pm

        I love this poem.
        It truly seems like you can do no wrong.

  3. #6 by Eric on March 21, 2011 - 6:41 am

    I’m glad you’re working hard on my Monday Photo Challenges, Carl… and NOT having fun! Nice one!

    • #7 by Carl on March 21, 2011 - 7:39 am

      LOL – It is great fun not having fun!

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