on my way across the plains
and it rose and dipped according to
the way hiccups always do.
could hiccups be the way of life
which like a bomb distracts the mind
from the good essential?
not an undulated mess
that tests the front, sideways, back,
of how I present myself ~
but now I know they simply are
a place where hiccups lie in wait
to pounce upon the loving.
vitamin enriched, of course,
to energize distractions from
and distortions of the truth.
before the advent of hiccups
that wear the guise and act like life
to turn believers doubtful.
a hiccup's just a hiccup
armed to chase us from the plains
if we ourselves run scared!