All You Gotta Do

Mostly
it’s like this….
you can’t learn
anything
until you’ve unlearned
just about everything.

I mean, it’s like this…
you can’t fly
when your feet are on the ground.
Everyone knows that.
Why do they keep trying?

What’s in your pockets?
You gonna write
with the pencil you can’t find
or reach out with your feelings
into the universal  mind?

There’s a thrum
and a hop
there’s a beat
that won’t drop
there’s a hammer
that won’t stop
like rain on a mountain of mud
flowing into the creek
looking like blood
the Earth’s drenching in a mortal flood
of people who
won’t
can’t
don’t
wouldn’t
shouldn’t
do a damn right thing
if it hit them on the head
like a Bible book
dropped from the sky,
like a commandment
falling from up on  high
saying “all you gotta do
to not die
is continue
to try”