Monday, April 13, 2015

A Room Full of Poets

Our morning rituals
that guide our entry
and our goodbyes
are many and yet few
My children know
how quiet reading sounds
how good morning hugs feel
how greetings in 17 languages sound
how unstacking chairs feels
and then we have this new ritual
just for this month
to especially reach in
find that poet in us
bring it out
hold it
stare into its glazed eyes
breathe life into it with our words
and write a poem each day
So I sit and watch my 16 poets
and I find that poet in me
confront her
hold her
stare in to her glazed eyes
and breathe life into her
with this poem.

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