05.16.20

How I Write Poems

I take two strangers

One a frog

and one a scorpion

the frog is slimy and green

He’s about the size of your fist

Small enough to lay in the palm of your hand but big enough to fill your heart

he’s young, a new born

he spends his days eating insects

and doing favors

he makes people smile 

and his eyes are too big for his body

he’s really cute so people 

say aww when they pick him up

On the other hand, the scorpion is rough and red

He’s about the size of your fist

Small enough to lay in the palm of your hand but big enough to fill your heart

he’s old, but not too old

he looks like a lobster

with a stinger for a tail

he spends his days

being an opportunistic predator

he can go weeks without food

his eight legs and long tail scare

most people

but for the most part he doesn’t use his stinger

unless he’s cornered

so the ones who pick him up

know what they are getting themselves into

Now,

I take two strangers

Pick the scorpion up with my left

And the frog up with my right

have them meet for the first time

And watch them realize they have one thing in common 

Their size

And now,

twenty years since meeting

they spend their days talking

Filling my heart from the palm of my hands