If Kevin H. can do it, I can at least try.
Here’s my poem for today, written on the bus on the way back from Oberlin, OH, where I sang with the Earl Nelson Singers.

Dependent

If I didn’t have any paper,
I’d have to write this on a leaf, I guess.

And I don’t think I could make a pen,
Though some rocks make marks, I suppose.

The bus I’m on is zooming along at 70 mph.;
I don’t even look up very often.

I couldn’t make clothes for myself
Unless someone gave me a sheet to wrap myself in.

I don’t recall ever killing anything to eat it,
(I just opened a Cheetos bag and tore through it)

Water just appears in bottles;
I’d have to walk miles to find a spring.

Without an audience, these words would never be read.
Thanks.

A.A. Kabodian
November 1, 2009