You Can’t All Be In It

 
You can’t all be in it, I say.

It’s not like a clown’s car. See how many you can cram in.

It’s a poem.

But they don’t listen.

A simple poem about a change in weather and everybody wants a part:

the tawny frogmouth clacking in the crotch of the peppercorn tree,

the palm fronds all a fluster, the shed door banging like castanets,

the Scrabble tiles flying off the board, all peeved,

the sky itself wearing its overcoat, grey and squally —

it’s rather proud of that;

no, no, no I say,

as I drive off, everyone hanging on for dear life
 

27 thoughts on “You Can’t All Be In It

  1. Clowns can be frightening. Look at the new movie version of IT by Stephen King. I think of crocodiles lying in wait in tropical ponds. Just waiting. Waiting. Or the wasp that lays it eggs in that spider. The babies come digging their way out … Yes, clowns and nature alike can be fearful things.

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