Nervousness is an emotion that is not new to any of us. Whether it be before a major test, on the first day of school, or in a public setting, our throats start to dry, our palms sweat, or heart beat gets faster, and we feel unstable. When feeling that way, think about this poem I wrote recently:
The Ground
Beads of sweat drip
Down, down, and down my hands
It’s like a cascading waterfall
With no pool to collect in
It just keeps on dripping down
And down and
D
O
W
N
This never-ending waterfall makes me wonder,
Which way is down
Google says down is towards the ground
Down is towards the nurturing soil
Where the plants look up
With ever growing youthfulness
Down is the way where the rain drips
Plop, Plop, Plop
And then I wonder again
This time, I think…
What if there is no ground?
No ground means that there is no down
Then where do my beads of sweat drip?
No ground means that there is no down
So then where will the rain drip?
No ground means that there is no down
So then where will I stand?
Where will I stand in this never ending universe of ours?
And with this never ending waterfall of mine?
I will be like a lost grain of pollen,
Tossed and turned, pushed, and pulled by the wind
Meandering my way to the ground
Where I can rest, and rejuvenate
The ground which is down.
Down beneath my feet.
The ground, there it is!
Right where stand
Is my ground