Criss Cross

The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men. - Thoreau

i carry my cross

other times it carries me

sometimes i'm trapped under it, crushed

sometimes it gives me a splinter

sometimes it's paper for my printer

sometimes i run with it like a mad sprinter

other times i drag it through a nuclear winter

most times i can't see the forest for the trees

turns out i'm nothing but a cross-eyed squinter

Author's Note

"I saw them like beavers or insects gnawing at the trunk of this noble tree, the diminutive manikins with their cross-cut saw which could scarcely span it." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Amanda Reynolds]

I love the duality in your poem, and I feel a sentiment of just trying to exist.

[Pete]

too often it seems like i'm damned if i do and exactly, damned if i do and damned if i don't - just trying to make it through, t's hard to squeeze lemonade without any lemons. been tossing around ideas for a write about the crosses we bear for a few days and this is what spilled today. thank you for sharing kind thoughts amanda.