when poetry began
to make me sad —
I stopped writing it
I stopped reading it
and instead I began to paint and
take photographs of places and stuff
I loved a lot
Occasionally I do write poems
snowcapped
hills and green trees
and the unwinding
rivers — what is dense and dark
leads me in
what I know about becoming calm
paint —- the colors across the canvas
are language — the fragments of me
“The Great Gatsby” still has the power
to break my heart and make me wish
for a different ending to that story
The ending is
ReplyDeleteDifferent every time
You experience the same
Because you are still
Mostly you
- s