Poetry
by Phil Brown
A Stationary Poem
I have not climbed mountains
or crossed rivers
in my quest.
Sitting, sitting and sitting
Is what I have done.
It's the stationary school
of philosophy.
You just keep still.
I met a man who had travelled the world
and been nowhere.
He came over to my house
and shouted, "Move you bastard!"
I blinked.
He went away
and travelled some more.
I got a dirty postcard from him
some years later.
And I blinked again.
But I hadn't moved.
by Phil Brown
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