BEYOND THE FROGGY REEDS

-for Peyton and Hale and the Big Big Tadpoles

 

we picked up little seed puffs and they looked like salt potatoes

we listening to ska and reggae music drifting in and out of the trees

 

up and down the rocky paths, mountainous but not a mountain

maybe long ago we would have been singing to keep our breath

but it’s the 21st century and we’re still smoking cigarettes

 

our nature is just as organic as all we encounter

but the birds are hushed and bothered by our racket

 

we’re unapologetic and we don’t litter our butts

sometimes all you can do is your least-worst

 

we wander in and out of the dappled green light

sometimes crunching past quieter than we mean to be

 

we’re hungry and we want more of everything

more light, more music, more view of the valley from the bench

there’s an enormity to the mountain that only the music can touch

 

we picked up little seed puffs and they looked like salt potatoes

our nature is just as organic as all we encounter