the rhythm of the notion
has rarely let me down
just as I have certainly come to realize
that not everything squared
can easily be made round
poetry seems to push me harder
whenever I begin to falter and lag
why it is the only base in my life
on which I might even mildly brag
as a self professed writer of the treasured
rhyme
I have some how managed to put it all into
one enormous bag
why if I were a puppy in its prime
my tail would indeed happily wag
yet its in the so very sore subjects of
malcontent and woe
that I too often allow myself to get snagged
yet I still manage to come back around to
myself
a much more centered calmer better soul
for having allowed the need in me
yet again this stumbled upon depth, discovery
and decay
which prods me to conclude
everyone should leave themselves
a lot of mental and emotional space
in which to further grow............
(Nov. 19, 1997)