Poetry is
An incantation
a magic spell
an eruption of joy
a cry for help
a sermon in stone
a memory of tomorrow
a foretaste of yesterday
a longing
a promise broken
a forgetting
an erasure
an undeleting
a rewriting
a finding
a losing
a discovery
a revelation
an unknowing
a shout
a whisper
a silence
a noise in the street
an unexploded bomb
a rose with blood on its thorns
stale bread
rancid butter
clichés coming true
familiarity
the shock of the new
the sound of surprise
the remembrance of the old
refusal
acceptance
learning
unlearning
Holding you in my arms
across the miles
over the years
knowing you are gone
knowing you will never go
knowing
nothing.
June 14, 2000
