No Other Way but Deep [sonnet]
“Your trouble is you think too much,” they said
to me at school more times than I recall.
“There’s too much going on inside that head
of yours; you try to run before you crawl.”
They didn’t say it kindly or with care;
their only aim: To make me just like them.
So long as kids were dull and unaware
there was no peccadillo to condemn.
Yet more determined I did then become
to swim upstream with underwater strokes.
Although those forces still are meddlesome;
to dive down from the surface it provokes.
It’s true one can live lightly on the cheap.
For me there is no other way but deep.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 