What Do I Know?

 Here's day seven's submission of NaPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month):


What Do I know?


I’m not going to do it.

I said that once or twice.

and pushed myself away from the fence.

The fence I was sitting on.

No. You’re wrong.

I’ve been known to argue.

Offending the person I directed that toward.

Not caring because I knew I was right.

Go this way.

I have directed with my hands and words and feet.

Not knowing if I was heading the right direction.

Or the wrong one.

I wish I hadn’t done that!

I’ve said to myself more than once.

I spin around in a circle.

But then, what do I know?