POEM: Stomp

Siddhartha Gautama saw

– one old

– one ill

– one corpse

and knew his path must change.


I saw a naked child

stomping in the mud

and knew my path must change.


To slog through the mud

is the way of sufferers.

To stomp like you’re in a marching band

is the way of joy.


[National Poetry Month: Poem #16]

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