E-zine 1
May 2005

Soul Foraging:
Searching for self

April, the Tendentious Termagant

As she screams at the sky,
The color blue is now problematic,
Why don’t those clouds just fall down? She says,
She contemplates it all in her head,
Her knowledge is unique.

As she screams and shouts at the sun,
Her eyes become thin black lines,
How come you are so bright? She says,
April thinks the sun is a living creature,
She thinks this because
only humans and animals know
how to get up in the morning
and go to bed in the evening.

As she screams at the house she lives in,
Every inch is criticized for so many reasons,
The agony increases,
April can’t figure out why society
Evolved the way it did,
Couldn’t they have kept living in caves? She says,
They would never have any trouble sleeping
Because it would always be dark.

As April screams at the world,
The world screams back,
This frightens April,
She didn’t expect a response,
So she hid behind a trashcan.

April’s ways begin to become more tolerant all of a sudden,
With time she will meet more people
That share her interests and enjoy her company,
Life is unfair yet so magical sometimes,
We just need to figure out how to balance it all out.