Dear Poet
After the rainstorm I went outside
and looked into a puddle of rainwater
that was cuddling the ground
in front of my house
and when I saw my reflection
I became bewildered by my smiling face.
Suddenly, from somewhere inside my head,
I imagined I heard a rumbling voice
from up high in the sky.
“Become a Puddle Master,” it said.
“Tell your fellow poets to use their voice
to help solve the problems
that plague all you humans who live on the earth.”
Then the raindrops started again
and when I looked down at the puddle
I saw us living together in peace without any wars,
and I saw us working to end the blight of the poor,
and saw us stop heating our climate to death.
So I said out loud to the rumbling voice
I better go back inside my house
before my ‘we can do better’ mind set gets wet.
Copyright © Howard Dion | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment