snakegrl
05-02-2006, 08:54 AM
Hey, just wanted to share my monkey poem.
Tuning The Dial
When the onehundreth monkey
washed coconuts at the beach
no one could explain why
others of her tribe
around the world
began to clean their food too.
Was there a secret monkey-graph?
Were these creatures
posing for humans,
flinging poo till no one was looking,
then, resuming discusions
of quantum theory?
Whirlwinds follow trails
that cannot be measured by science,
yet, are imprinted
on the earth.
What do we ripple into the world
with each thought?
This busy tangle of roads
we never see
with our mind-sight
can only be known
when we sift our eyes
to those places
that follow only currents.
Tuning The Dial
When the onehundreth monkey
washed coconuts at the beach
no one could explain why
others of her tribe
around the world
began to clean their food too.
Was there a secret monkey-graph?
Were these creatures
posing for humans,
flinging poo till no one was looking,
then, resuming discusions
of quantum theory?
Whirlwinds follow trails
that cannot be measured by science,
yet, are imprinted
on the earth.
What do we ripple into the world
with each thought?
This busy tangle of roads
we never see
with our mind-sight
can only be known
when we sift our eyes
to those places
that follow only currents.