- Maybe I’m saving up the words,
and in what order
I might deliver
what I’ve been storing
in my heart.
What I’ve kept,
and what I’ve discarded,
that maybe one day
it might make sense
to whomever pulls
these letters
from the box.
Pieces of a lifetime,
fragments really,
of just one way of seeing
this experience called life.
Still Light
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
