Innumerate
Poet
What’s
a poor poet to do
or
any boy
who
reads and writes like a God
but
cannot cope with numbers
how
do you count
your
sales
how
to enumerate the views per page
these
are skills you never learn
out
there on your own
ensconced
immersed
in the words
nobody’s
reading
and
damned if you don’t have a voice
an
attitude a youngster’s hwyl
masters
of energy
when
your batteries are as flat as the page
you
dedicated your adult life to
what’s
a poet to do
but
hold on
and
we are no strangers to the terrible
wait
for the news or the muse
to
descend upon us
we
may cut the occasional cord
affixed
to the wrist
but
we can type with one finger
a
finger held aloft
to
the world
and
all its beauties can get lost
it
is music we wait for
the
music of words
coming
up
and
finding their place on a shelf
on
the outside
perhaps
many miles from here
perhaps
many centuries
we
don’t do it
for
the here and now
we
write from deepest heart
to
the bleakest night’s call from silence
to
the rings of eternity
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