Treasure Island

Roy Blokker

(February 26,1950 / Hilversum, the Netherlands)

Hunt and Peck

No one taught me how to tie my shoes,
No one taught me how to type,
So I just hunt and peck
But I get by, and I don't use Velcro:
Most of the time my shoes stay tied,
Most of the time my words find ink.
Independent I am not,
Not fully off the grid as yet:
Growing my own food by hidden stars
And making fuel from leftovers, no;
But I am skeptical, like scientists
Moving hypothesis to theory,
And though I never learned to play
The drums
I can listen, and I find I love
The thousand rhythms of the saints.

Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014

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When my wife reminded me that I should not teach my grandson how to tie his shoes because my method was, as she put it, unique, I remembered that I taught myself - and the poem grew from that realization.

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