what if poetry is the way I see you
and the way you see yourself?
I usually can’t explain how
I like you because you are just different enough from me.
what if poetry is the way I stay sane
on broken bridges that threaten to take me?
I only sometimes have a death wish but
I drive on them anyway.
what if poetry is the way I walk away from everything
and end up right back where I started?
something I don’t take for granted
even though it constantly takes me in circles.