Rock faces.

One of life’s mysteries
why do dogs piss
on trees?

I fold
become corrugated
equally
I am emancipated
but
still situated
somewhere
between.

Is the Moon made of cheese?
another
of life’s mysteries.

Ironing on a smile because
we can all do that and going
the extra mile because
we can all do that
and
wondering what it’s all about
and we can all do that
in effect
we are no different
just
so different
or is the difference in
the indifference
when
corrugated men
flatten out?

I see the hands of time
and one of them
is waving to me,
is this another mystery?

© 2017, John Smallshaw.