Micropoetry

Life’s ever a sea
Of uncertainty

And it’s waters seem calm
Over cups of tea

But then the winds blow
And soon the waves grow

Till the flotsam of plans
Is what’s left to see

Leave the sea do it’s bidding
Come, my soul, to your raft

Do your thing
Move along
Please don’t sing
Another song
Magnifying
All your doing
With us vying:
Aah-ing, ooh-ing

If it’s beautiful
You’ll find it
In a garden
By a stream

If it’s ugly
You won’t mind it
Best forgotten
Like a dream
In the morning
After dawn

Do your thing
And move along

Seek the hidden blessing
That it may find you
Grateful for whatever
May remind you

If you haven’t got something
To be ashamed of
Don’t worry, Khalid:
Go look for it

And if you still find nothing
Then maybe it’s time
To learn what to look for:
No book for it

“I’m sure I’m right.”
“It’s crystal clear.”
“Epiphany”
“What else is there?!”

Let that sit
Like a bowl of milk
If it goes off, tough!
Wasn’t good enough

If it turns sour
Then best delay
Another… week
To get your whey

Go on consume the data
Just wash it down with a cup
(Sooner rather than later)
Of common sense

I hear it’s immensely
Low in stock

I guess a rumor
Can do to my soul
What a virus can do
To the rest of me
The latter is not
Really in my control
But the former is,
Wasting the best of me

Be wary of two
From weaseldom: who
Encourage your weakness
And praise all your meekness

“There are no stupid questions”
Elevates stupid questions
In a mind that can bend
A means to an end

So I think it is stupid
To ask a stupid question
But not so stupid
That I don’t know
I have to ask it to
Not remain so

Here’s a Friday morning song

If you’re bored, find a tree
Watch it closely, learn to be
Still with quiet dignity

That’s enough now, move along