Sunday, October 7

nobody or a frog

flowers from my mother's garden
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?

Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

- Emily Dickinson

a little poem I randomly read this morning and which made me smile