The Wheelbarrow Position Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Without instructions, there's only so much we can do
A crippling embarrassment in the bougainvillea
A mistake that undercuts manly confidence

You are the front line for the cowards
Who keep their thrills locked in an airtight cabinet
And feel contempt for those who can do things they cannot

Shattered romance, silly sacrifice
They put you on the wrong team
Side by side with your teammates, it's obvious you don't fit in

Walking on your hands, who is holding your ankles is not important
Are you prepared for inopportune pleasure?
You are seeing spontaneity as synonymous with danger

Like it is in nature
Where a bug's eyes view leaves you alone
And a demure cough lets you know what's coming down the path

So we tried until we got it right
And we felt wrong and so below solitude's beautiful decision
This contorted coupling smudges an otherwise blank slate afternoon