Sometimes

Sometimes the wind,

sometimes the rain,

sometimes desert sand,

sometimes the feet,

sometimes the hand.

Sometimes there is

a rhyme for no reason.

There is that which I

know sometimes;

more often that which

I do not understand.

I learned early on that

the Earth is round. And

no matter how tall I grew,

my feet always

reached the ground.

Simple as that, you say.

Sometimes we take so

much for granted,

I say...
Sometimes

consider the porcupine.

Chris Hanch 11-27-19