Today’s poem was part of a special launch schedule during National Poetry Month from April 1—30, 2024. I posted a new poem daily for 17 days and then got knocked off schedule because…I moved! This challenge is restarting on May 1 and continues for the 13 days I missed. The final summary of all poems will be sent to all subscribers on May 24 and otherwise can be viewed for free in the archives here. Thank you for being here!
“I, POEM, THEREFORE I AM”
A poem is an atom in a universe without a bang, a never-ending melting pot of words shined and illuminated, invented a few hundred years ago, tops. From here, so wonderful, like carving stars and labelling them “mine”. I mean, when you have the option to rewrite low-hanging frights as delights, what else is there? My petal-limbs could never reach far enough. Up close, it singes. My sockets blow open so hard and slow I wonder what, where, why, how, and what you really are. Tumbling in my own gravity, I ask: are you out there?, thinking: am I?
P.S.
I’ve been completely preoccupied with moving over the last couple of weeks but have edited the note up top to reflect the updated schedule. (Extending my own “poetry month” to May 13.) So, I’m rusty. But here’s a poem about a poem.