Making Poems
I want to capture in the
gentle cup of verses
the soul of life—-
mine, yours,
every living creature’s.
I want to make poems
that unravel puzzles
at the same moment
they cause the heart
to break into
a million questions.
I want to write
with hands calloused
from heart work
yet smooth enough
to glide across
rhyme and metaphor
like a darning needle
skims the still
brown glass
of the pond.
I want to write while
the globe spins
and seasons blend
like wet paint
coloring the scenery
of my stanzas—
the scansion
of my soul.
(2012)
