PARADOX
I once knew a lonely man
who had a pair o’ docks.
He’d take his boat upon the lake,
and enter in the locks.
He’d wait there while the water drained
and see the level fall,
leave the locks and find that he had
traveled not at all.
Then he’d guide his boat back home
and blame it on his piers,
lock the door, turn out the light
and tremble with his fears.
© Bart Breen