Hanging Out With Plankton

by Eric Chaet

I was hanging out with plankton
drifting with the falling leaves & snowflakes

I’d have walked a million miles
leapt across terrifying abysses
risked suffering & death

to sell what I was capable of
to someone better established than I
more advanced at changing the situation
for the better, not for the worse
& not just putting on a show

but if such a person existed
news never filtered my way
thru all the pretense & misunderstanding

& I finally concluded
that, however ineffective my efforts so far
I’d have to be the leader I was hoping for
& make what I was doing more what needs doing

& not allow anything or anyone
to divert, blunt, or suppress it
while, however imperfectly, I can.


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