I thought I saw a snake
Slither into the curtain
Of the white, crisp shower.
I wonder if I hallucinated
That sly and scaly creature.
When I noticed it gliding
Into the fabric near,
It had a thought written on its side,
Though not abstract;
The word in permanent marker.
When open I flung the door
To the bathing stall near
Me, that thoughtful snake
Was absent in my sight.
I was quite confused.
Though not bemused, no.
Only shocked to see this
Thing, a creature sitting
On its tail
Wanting to speak with me!
In a hissing lovely tone
He spoke of my lost dreams.
You know, the ones that were caught
Between crashing waves
On the shore of intellect.
Not a word was uttered there,
On the table with the towels,
That anyone could have absorbed;
However, I understood
This amphibian vernacular.
I stroked his green and yellow coat
Of shining pearls in glass.
He slithered up onto my neck
To lecture for a while more,
And I gladly obliged.
We stood there, that snake
And I, well he laid while
I stood. We chatted for
What seemed hours about
Life and philosophy.
I told that him I disagreed
With one of his opinions.
Just as the words spilled
Out my mouth
The snake was nowhere to be seen.
I exited the washing place
To have a sip of water.
'Twas then I gazed upon the clock,
And watch its ever wise hands,
To see not even five minutes pass'd.
I excused it as a tainted
Fancy and went about my way,
But still I wonder about
That slithering creature
Of thought. |
Submission Name: Amphibian Vernacular
