Fools

I had completely forgotten about this poem. I found it in a box of old scraps of paper I don't want to throw away. Finds like this are the exact reason why.

Are you ready?
Are you prepared?
And do your hands feel okay?
They stayed up all night
Writing the dialogue
For other people
That you don't know
And don't care about

And do you feel the right way round?
Enough so that you and I
Can get up to at least twelve feet
Above the water?

And if not
Than inside the simple world
Can you understand
Why the Big Sharks do
What they do?

And we are are done with the day's activities
Can you forgive me
For saying yes
To the man with white gloves
Because he offered
A sanctuary
For fools like me?