Poem

Poem

 

A poem is a reminder

To pay attention

To the things inside

And the things around us

The connections

And contradictions

That ground us

 

A poem is a committed hand

Cutting through packaging

Then prying apart the Styrofoam noodles

To see what is buried

At the centre

 

A poem is a strange bird

Alighting on our verandah

We fool ourselves that it is something of our own.

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