Why Things Happen
The splash changed the course of the universe
as the fish startled in his round of the pond.
Why are you here? asked the fish.
I fell in, cried the rat, wearing water he donned.
Why did you fall in? again from the fish.
I just fell in, just fell in, that is all.
But why, you could have fallen several ways
but you fell in here so why into this pool?
I lost my balance what else should I say!
The fish thought hard and needed to know.
Ah I have it, began the fish, visit the frog.
What for? frowned the rat preparing to go.
He is wise, he will know why you fell in,
the fish rounded a boulder, rounded a stone.
The rat went to the frog to ask why did it happen.
So tell me the tale, asked the frog sitting alone.
I fell into the pond and met a fish
we wanted to know why I fell into the water
and now I’ve met you
hopefully you can give me the answer I came for.
The frog he was aging, his wisdom renowned,
the answer is simple as you already know
I’ve listened to your story
and your answer, you already told.
The rat was silent and still for a while,
then why did I fall into the pond? was his wish.
The frog replied, how else would you have met
myself and the fish?
Why Things Happen, Clive Culverhouse, March, 2019
keith jeffries
Fri 1st Jan 2021 12:51
Clive, would I be mistaken if I called this poem a fable? It speaks volumes if we are prepared to sit and ponder on its significance. Why me? This poem has some of the answers.
Thank you for this
Keith