Acts of Courage and Dirty Feet
From the ocean in Ghana, West Africa to a Zen Center bathroom
Here are two fun sassy poems to get your weekend off to a great start. They were written when I was 17 and 19, full of spunk and wildness. One was written in a Zen Center bathroom and the other by the ocean in Ghana, West Africa. Enjoy!
Acts of Courage It takes courage to poop to wait for the plop knowing the smell may offend others It takes faith that your body will expel what it does not need Mostly now I poop alone For 80 days in the Amazon I had a poop pal Jane Randolph McNeal That's her real name She's the kind of person Who'd allow her name to be in this poem We dug holes Through dirt and twigs and leaves Sometimes it was sand Sand meant We didn't need to take the shovel We knew we were pooping but we didn't want the others to know While we pooped we never spoke of pooping Discussion came later Alone and together around the world people are pooping We all do it We all share this courage This faith Why wast energy pretending to be a person who does not poop? Written in the San Francisco Zen Center bathroom, age 19
Dirty Feet The waves were sucked into the rocks Willing crashing Shattering with riotous laughter As the curls swept across the ragged stones That so easily could kill But these powerful waves showed no fear Caressing the jagged edges Until they became smooth Warn down Only the most courageous And abandoned splash Would result in the death of a drop Lost on the rocks To dry valiently in the sun My admiration was for the fearlessness The way the waves listened And called out for my body To bathe In its sweet filthy curls The promise of baptism The promise of bathing in this trash filled Utterly flawed ocean The ocean of disaster The ocean of desire Calling me Begging me To accept Its beauty Without wanting to clean away the imperfections And the waves crash down Sweeping forward Whispering from far away Beckoning for me to jump in Share my ugliness Flaunt my dirty feet Clean them in this ocean of trash And love with abandon The ocean Simply because I do Reguardless of the trash Because I don't get to choose what I love Written by the ocean in Ghana, West Africa, age 17
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