Han-Shan, that great and crazy, wonder-filled
Chinese poet of a thousand years ago, said:
We’re just like bugs in a bowl.
All day going around
Never leaving their bowl.
I say, that’s right! Every day
climbing up the steep sides,
sliding back. Over and over again.
Around and back down.
Up and around.
Sit in the bottom of the bowl,
head in your hands, cry, moan,
feel sorry for yourself.
Or.
Look around.
See your fellow bugs.
Walk around. Say,
Hey, how you doin’?
Say, Nice bowl!
By David Budbill