September 25, 2016 | Pete Karolewski The Hippo The hippo floats in swamp serene some emerged, but most unseen Seeing all and only blinking Who knows what this beast is thinking. Gliding, and of judgment clear, Letting go and being here. …I sit here hippo-like and breathe, While inside I storm and seethe. Would that I were half equanimous As that placid hippopotamus. By Steven Hickman