I Loved A Poet Once

I loved a poet once.

Not the man nor the body that housed him.

The poet.

Romanced, seduced, inspired by his uncultivated ability

to place words one by one

beautifully on a page.

I loved a poet once.

Not the person nor the flesh that held him.

The poet.

And someday perhaps they'll ask with eager ears

"tell the story of your heart's first love"

at this I'll just smile and simply say,

"I loved a poet once..."

I Look

I look around myself

left

right

below

a landscape of lives and dreams
a bloodline of failures and damages
strewn every which way

left

right

below

and I think there must be a plan
all of this carnage, it can not be in vain
so I turn my eyes to the sky and I look

above myself

and ask for the courage to look

ahead.