Riddle Me This

It's quiet here
still I try to
hold
the slippery rock

it pushes through
my hands
like a toe
through a sock

There's the laughter
of the children
two houses down
the way

the rain dripping
from branches
and my cat's purr
though it fades

Like a flacid
muscled swimmer
trying to climb
a rope

or a tight mouthed
corrosive sinner
who tries to
give up smokes

I ride the teeter-totter
never could ride a bike
but the roters are all rotten
so I fight I fight I fight

It's a silly enterprise
to hold what I cannot
like steam the
thoughts must rise

I'm not
I'm not
A.S.
7/29/09