As a Poet I Could Not See

i saw what i was and wondered

lonely as a cloud when all at once

i tasted butter fields

That those who dance upon Stars into

longer line — along the bay the dance (by

the lake by the trees what twinkled always

a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee

how no poetry could foresee

the wealth that showed to me

whilst vacant as i am

the words that came to me

inside solitude.

this lonely company.

:: 04.19.2022 ::