Today I sat at the kitchen table
in front of the black microwave
watching the glass plate within
go round and round.
Three minutes wasn't enough
for the heat to absorb.
I topped it up to six
and watched the glass plate within
go round and round
on the turntable.
I realized I ought to get a life.
To sit and stare at melting wax
in a container on a plate
is no way to discover the world.
I ought to get out and ride the carousel of life.
Pick a colorful horse
or a unicorn
upon which to seat myself
and go round and round
as the sights blur into an ever-changing
kaleidoscope.
Perhaps my horse, like Mary Poppins',
will have a mind of its own,
and will jump off the carousel
to explore the countryside,
bobbing up and down
in a delightful rhythm.
I ought to get out and ride the carousel of life.
(...but in the meantime, I'll just write a poem.)
