She’s always barking out wild ideas to him,

As if they were orders.

He stops in his tracks, rolls his eyes around in his head,

Tries to decide whether to laugh or cry.

Then as it all sinks in,

He thinks about whether maybe he might ought to try it or not.

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all?

What kind of world do we live in anyway?

Which way is up?

Which way is down?

When we start off blind and naked like rats,

And then they tell us the earth is round, not flat,

And it’s going around the sun?

And so the man in the moon

Listens to the loony lady’s wild ideas sometimes.

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all.

-jenn