to write a poem

poetry is moments captured.
the instant as the ice cracks beneath your feet,
veins spiderwebbing out into air still
frosted with your breath.
sitting before the fire as
rain swirls and
batters the trees outside,
the moment before the single,
redemptive word escapes your lips…
forgiven.

poetry is the moment
when you come to the truth
that you are in a
new place,
new friends,
new purpose,
and yet at home.
the moment on a bus
packed
with bodies dancing to a
beat that shakes the air.
poetry is water droplets
caught
in silence, glistening,
about to fall.
the silver crescent of the
moon,
glowing like the cheshire cat’s grin,
hanging in the ink of the desert sky.

poetry is moments
between people,
heartbeats pressed in paper,
quivering to escape into still
burning air,
a blue flame on the edge of your soul.