08-15-2015, 01:49 AM
Bugs In a Bowl
by David Budbill
Han Shan, that great and
crazy, wonder-filled
Chinese poet of a
thousand years ago, said:
We're just like bugs in a
bowl. All day going around
never leaving their bowl.
I say, That's right! Every
day climbing up the steep
sides, sliding back.
Over and over again.
Around and around.
Up and back down.
Sit in the bottom of the
bowl, head in your hands,
cry, moan, feel sorry for
yourself.
Or. Look around.
See your fellow bugs.
Walk around.
Say, Hey, how you doin'?
Say, Nice Bowl!
by David Budbill
Han Shan, that great and
crazy, wonder-filled
Chinese poet of a
thousand years ago, said:
We're just like bugs in a
bowl. All day going around
never leaving their bowl.
I say, That's right! Every
day climbing up the steep
sides, sliding back.
Over and over again.
Around and around.
Up and back down.
Sit in the bottom of the
bowl, head in your hands,
cry, moan, feel sorry for
yourself.
Or. Look around.
See your fellow bugs.
Walk around.
Say, Hey, how you doin'?
Say, Nice Bowl!
