Need a poem
or another gift
and you receive one
Love a poet
and you fall in love with every face
within translucence
Walk, or drink, with a poet
feeling the whole truth of a place
complete with hatred, laughter, fear
betrayal, goofiness, and tears:
theirs yours ours
Each new day is a slowing down
alone and in community
to find your
own
sweet
point
Writing imperfectly formed lines
again and again
to stumble upon
your three wise women.
Today mine are:
zero talent
broken dreams
unquenchable gratitude
Finally
Finally
Abundance
catches up with you
Contentment and angst
ally themselves on your behalf
Security nests within your ever-shifting heart
Galaxies and egos deepen
lightening up as you walk by
turning toward each other
like fellow sunflowers opening to their most beloved star
You have no control over any of it: nor do you need to
Seriously is not a thing to take one’s self
there are far more worthy gifts to give: and
Everything becomes a simple wonder again
just like you remembered
A poet is paid in wonder.
Every thing and one and where and why else
is a gift.
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Happy national poetry month!