Imagine a Poem

Imagine a Poem

            imagine a poem

that begins w/ assurance

w/ an openhearted curiosity

for the unsuspected gifts on

the other side of surrender

            imagine a poem

that begins louder than the

opening notes of Beethoven’s

Fifth Symphony & lasts as

long as a trove of old letters

written from past wars

            imagine a poem

that reveals the plight of an

artist in Paris committing

bold feverish brushstrokes

to unadorned canvas to craft

windswept wheat fields &

lush orchard scenes

            imagine a poem

that ends w/ the image of a

red-haired woman walking

through a park in the fall

the breeze blowing red &

yellow & orange leaves all

around her

            imagine a poem

that instills the kind of calm

of a simple window through

which to enjoy the vivid skies

of the day’s end

***

I can tell you with great certainty that writing this poem instilled the very same kind of calm to my often anxious bones and muscles and fibers.

Written for nothing other than the beauty of it.

In propinquity,

Nic