they can do so much that i cannot

I was deeply moved by this poem, which appeared on the blog Timeless Classics, Poetry and Prose by Ana Daksina. If it speaks to you, too, please show her some love by following her blog.

Timeless Classics


little blades of grass
can turn sunshine
straight into food

no planting
no weeding
no harvesting
no storing
no killing

sure wish i could do that

king penguins
for six months
of every year
in subzero temperatures
without nourishment
balancing one precious egg
on their feet


that little shrimp over there?
sees in thirteen

this whale
has memorized
the sung history
of its species

and that tree?
just look at it
standing seventy five feet tall
without a wobble…

if somebody around here
really has given
myself and my kind

well first i think

i’d better
a little respect

The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level, and is presently homeless. Contributions may be made at:

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