This poem is about living life in the moment.
All poems register this central theme.
“Getting ahead of ourselves.” A modern motif.
We only ever think of this as a good thing!
Just maybe we should get behind ourselves
for a few minutes each day, for a week or two.
Our poems - our purest and most honest creations,
that is - beg us to sit down inside them,
to recline in them, to relax ourselves in them.
And they want us to treat the world in the same way.
Let’s pause awhile and grant ourselves a stay!
Our rest will lead to healthier ideations
that through our poems will respire to further foment
and steam these wintry panes and creaky shelves.
Through the wisps, a frenetic me in sharp relief.