Reed

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