Non-conforming

Stupid non-conforming fish
Stupid non-conforming rain
Stupid non-conforming poem
I want it to be good…great
But it’s being stupid
And non-conforming
Just like the bird
And the fish
And the turtle
And us
Fishing in the rain
After (and during) a storm
I was stupid (we didn’t care)
And non-conforming (well duh)
That’s why it was fun
Yelling at the fish
Yelling at the worms
And yelling at the rain
We were (and are) proud of being weird
Of being non-conforming
And occasionally stupid
But I wouldn’t think that
Wouldn’t be like that
If it weren’t for you
You and that non-conforming bird
Sitting on a stump
In a pond
In the rain
So thank you
For introducing me to that stupid non-conforming bird
And it’s stupid non-conforming way
And making me who I am