Fred Babbin Poems
|202.||I’m O.K. Jack||11/6/2007|
|204.||Am I O.K., Jack?||12/6/2007|
|206.||A Photo Of An Old Grave (Courtesy Of Danny Reynolds)||5/26/2008|
|207.||A Thought On Thought||11/11/2007|
A Thought On Thought
I think that all higher animals - primates, mammalian and ornithic pets, etc. 'think' to a certain extent.
Why do I think?
There is no alternative.
I am condemned to think,
To be obsessed with thinking—
But so is my dog.
I am so pregnant
with you, poems-
I work so hard to give you birth.
I love you all
as a child is loved…
And though I cannot be a mother,
I have surely brought you forth.
We can always dance together-
You will be my rest and comfort-
You will be my good resource.
You will make me feel alive.