But I have abandoned
poetry
on more than one occasion
as I felt
it did no good
and fond its weight
too much to carry
I have collapsed
under that weight
but poetry has never
abandoned me
I was walking the tightrope
trying desperately
to regain my balance
no mea culpa—the faith
has been reaffirmed
I have abandoned poetry
several times before
but again it takes me back
but again it takes me back
for no fucking reason
it accepts my weakness
so taken back again
I find I must
renew the light of peace,
enlightenment
and prosperity of the soul
10-13-1991
Poetry
lovely in simple response to
lovely
in simple response
to words writ
dashed across
an unsullied page
waiting, hopeful
for a burst of inspiration
a newborn poem--
placenta and all--
held up proudly
by delivering midwife