And so we live
I had the idea for a poem
but it flew past
you only have a fleeting moment
before it reaches to the sky or the
next flower, cue the hummingbird.
Poems are like seeds
You take a bunch of them, sparse them to the air
Some will found ground
Some will germinate to be flowers
Or big trees, some will not see light, their roots become food for the soil
they lived on.
you can take them
or free them immediately
Or it can be taken by the wind
into the assured forgiveness where other seeds go.
Take this poem while I run
for that other that might not be lost.
Some poems are proud and will only knock once;
some poems have eaten grits and will not let you go without your acknowledgment;
some poems are shy and whisper;
some poems want revenge.
you only truly know way after you’re done
and clearly this is not this moment
but I’ll venture to label this poem
the entrepreneur: the one who took the absence of another
as an opportunity.
And so we live.