All the signs are there.
Tensions rising, stress building up. Life becoming uncomfortable, untenable. Where you were once implacable, you’re no longer composed.
Over first
Jump over
Frog—
Jump over!
The frog doesn’t know how it got so hot. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, coming as a shock…the burn!
Hindsight can be cruel. All the signs were there. “How could we be so foolish”, we tell ourselves, “The next time, I won’t wait!”
There needn’t be a next time.
That’s it, little frog. Be here, feel the waters around you. Note the tones, the tempo, the temperance.
Look around you–are the waters tepid? Or are you starting to boil?
Jump over!
I wrote this poem as a sigil for the times, both past and present, as there’s always calamity in the climes.
Jump Over!
Frogs burn
As water boils
Be careful
With your comfort
Bounding below
Bubbling bubbles
First bubble
Subtle
Bubble
Bubble
Bubble
Be aware—
Bubbles burst
Over first
Jump over
Frog—
Jump over!
Before the burn—
Before the bubbles burst
Before the worst!
Before the boiling
Begins to burn
Past the point
Of no return
It’s over
Frog
It’s over—
Jump over!
This has been a Living Transmission Poetry Beat. Thank you for joining me!
Benjamin
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