Doubt spoke to me
And said “You couldn’t do anything”
I stood up and disagree
Replied with a strong “You’re wrong! ”
Then it asked me;
“What is it you would do? ”
I paused, smiled then said;
'I'm doing it right now.'
Perplexed he asked again;
'You’re not doing anything”
I kept quiet and glanced
On this thing I made.
And for a moment there
I started to realize something.
That I ended up making,
A senseless sensible thing.
March 9,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem