my heart hasn’t felt a poem for a long time

not one that made sense, anyway

even now i have to coax it out

it’s shy and doesn’t know what to say

i wonder where the wonder’s gone

i feel its shadow in my soul

i sense a flicker in the snap of the wind

did the wrong part of me die somehow

and i’m being reformed, rebirthed

out of the fog of tumbledown plans?

once upon a time i wrote a poem for someone

i didn’t feel it, didn’t own it, barely liked it

now it strikes a chord that reverberates through me


i am the questions

He is the answer

we are the poem together