Poem: Out!

Like leaves from a sprout,
its meant to come out!
Its arrival is evident
from the expansion of the earth’s mouth.
The once dormant volcano is destined to erupt,
Why, oh why, won’t it hurry up?
Deep breaths, three fast, one slow.
Any minute now
the geyser is going to blow
The water is broken;
the surface is stained.
Mother nature is weak
from (each contraction),
each sharp prang of pain.
Like an enraged cloud of steam
manifesting behind a kettle’s spout;
This boxer has clout;
its coming out!

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.