Clutching At Straws
Clutching at Straws
I clutched a straw
albeit
one for me
that is
quite more
than enough
for I be just
one
It skews
in my hand
caused by the
grasp of it
hope its
release beckons
a recall of
its former
self
Alas,
not nearly as
close but
far worse
for where it
bends was a
tear
So now
I'd be ready
this rarest
thing that I do
as I gingerly
grasped more
then all of the
straws
Clutching
them unbeknownst
to me hails a
slightly older
kid in need
of a
straw
Looks
puzzled at first
till his inner brows
met his nose
and the outer
rosed
up
Without
fail I replaced
all save one
in the empty
jar and slowly
began to
retreat
When
suddenly a
hand reached
from behind me
and yanked
the straw I
held
Defensive
training consumed
me as I roundhouse
kicked him to a
penitent
pose
Again
with a puzzled
and now dazed look
he returned to me
my unaffected
sturdy
straw
He
tells his
friends no
more will he
be grasping
at straws
there
Then
I turned
and grinned
imagined a lesson I
received for the result of
that moment I was
unlearnt in defense
and it had finished
adversely
against
me
2020 September 26
*2nd Place*
Clutching at Straws
~~Kai Michael Neumann
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