by Glen Martin Fitch
"You green sh-t" Koko, DRAGONS OF EDEN, Carl Sagan
My father said
he knew he loved me
when he volunteered
for my first diaper change.
It wasn't something done
by men back then.
"Your poop was green and gooey,
creepy, strange."
All life seems one long,
time consuming quest to separate
the good things from the bad.
We hoard the precious
then discard the rest.
“Just tell me I’m not THAT
and I’ll be glad.”
Alas, "sh-t happens"
much to our dismay.
We often panic
trying to stay calm.
We search in vain
to find some other way.
But ask a farmer,
artist,
healer,
mom:
In life
there is no “me” or “you” or “it.”
'Cause everything is sacred,
even sh-t.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011