You see, I’m not a fish! I do not like to swish As though the dismal day Upends itself to say, “Float with the waves or go Upstream against the flow.” The world’s all gray and brown With water falling down; The river from the sky Is washing me awry; And so my mind is made To just float in the shade; I plan to slip and slide Along day’s dripping side, Just try to stay afloat Till I don’t need a boat, Till earth sits up aright, And day returns to bright Instead of drenched and dim. I do not wish to swim!
