And You’re Just the One to Find It

Here you have evidence
For a poem’s existence.
Bring your meanings to it.

If it can’t come to life
For you without a voice,
Try reading it out loud.

Try singing or shouting.
Chant it sipping whiskey.
Copy it out long-hand.

Test your calligraphy.
Or just let it circle
Around your skull-bound thoughts.

It’s only evidence.
Somewhere, its poem exists.

Traveler with Lousy Timing

The ferry’s not running tonight.
You’re too late for the last crossing.
This has happened before. You’ve sat

In the moonlight, watching small waves,
Debating with yourself whether
You should go find a motel room,

A cheap one that you can afford,
Get a few hours sleep in a bed,
Or just nap here until morning,

Then catch the first ferry across.
A metallic taste in your mouth
Reminds you you might have no choice.