I feel like a
reed stuck in a
swamp unsure how I
got here and wholly
uncertain as to what
if anything I’m doing
being here and not
over there with all
of the other reeds
Reeds are funny things
upright I suppose until
they’re not imposing when
together silly when not
But I suppose as
reeds go I’m lucky
for perhaps being here
is better than being
there for maybe here
I’ll discover some other
reason for being something
other than a reed