The cure

Like most people,

I know more than most people.

Taboo topics, like religion and politics

have no place out of doors,

less is more-saying wise.

Opinions, as I have said before, are canned 

goods, homemade tastes better.

Did you notice the leaders need more followers?

I have no doubt their pantries are stocked. 

Perhaps taste requires focus.

Pickling causes swelling. 

All people only recognize five objects at a time, 

so how would leaders know a lover from a hater

up front?

Or a pickle from a cucumber...

Precisely my point. 

There is no crime in popularity contests,

pretty packaging by poll, you follow?

Me neither. I will walk away

and say nothing about knowing 

anything about anyone

anymore.

Unless I thought my opinion may be expired

until I checked the label noticing a 

dangerous dent

where it says 

Homemade Poetry

concentrate.

Photo By Bruce Bisping, 1953-, Photographer (NARA record: 1888360) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Walking the waterline

A single trail
                    of footsteps in the sand
or snow
                                                         mark where you have been
                                                                                                       not where you are needing to go
the right way
                         left you all alone
                                                  to make your own impression
                                                                                                       stamping your day
while it lasts
                         before erosion, corrosion
                                                                  degeneration, erasure, noting you were never there

walking backward, the footsteps don't fit
   
                                                               the gait was moved, the way worn smooth
we rely on these directions
                                            safety in nonzero numbers

                                                                                       go figure, follow the instructions,
tearing along the dotted line,
                                             racing by
                                                             fixed on the finish
 
                                                                                          waiting in line
standing in someone else's shoes
                                                             you lose
                                                                               your stride, taken by the tide.



Image By Probably P.S. Krøyer, 1893 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.