Hey guys, you can read these poems as kind of like allegories, or maybe as little snippets of larger stories. O maybe I’m just wrong and you know more than me. Enjoy!

“Winter”

A boy stands on a rock in the middle of a flooding river. He stomps on and curses his rock, mad it isn’t bigger or closer to the shore or won’t roll. Others on the shore call out to him, telling him to swim. “No, I’m not a swimmer”, he says. “You’ll drown!”, they say. “I don’t care, I hate my rock”, he says. The cold water rises and carries him away, away from his rock, away from the people on the shore.
“Empty-handed”

A store sells salt and chocolate. All the children push and fight and yell to be first in line for a piece of chocolate. But there isn’t enough for everyone.

“The chocolate is all gone, anyone like some salt?”, says the storekeeper. The empty-handed children say no, and leave, begging for chocolate from those that have it.

“Would you like some salt?”, he asks me.

“No.”

“Why don’t you fight for chocolate?”

“If I had it, I would just be like them and I would have to protect my chocolate. I don’t want chocolate and I don’t want salt, I’m just saving my money.”

I want to be the storekeeper.
“Untitled”

A green caterpillar rides a balloon, floating in a forest of tangled, sharp golden branches.
If the balloon swells too much, will it pop before the caterpillar can become a butterfly,
or will it find branches just right to hold it,
and all grows as one?
“Mr. Clock”

A man in the clock tower tends the gears and keeps the levers in order. The townsfolk leave oil for him at his door to keep the machines running smoothly. One day without oil, in the middle of working, the moving parts go still. The sudden stop hurls the man in the clock down, beneath it all. He wakes in a new place of darkness with a vertical echo, and crawls outside to a ledge. He turns to see the face of the clock for the first time. Its the only building around in the green hills and blue sea and flowing crisp air.

He begins to take the tower down.