it’s here right in front of me
without trying
without any cleverness
or skilled wordsmithery
in fact I can write a jumble
a total rumble bumble
tap at the keys and
fumble
and still it’s right there in front of me
a living poem
I’m telling myself,
don’t
try
to write poetry
a living poem
is happening
right now
the more you try to figure it out
the more it’s not happening
here
it’s happening there
an intellectual affair
and over there
you totally lose the flare
the spark
the heart
replaced with a tear
start here
away from all fear
over there
you’re only but a prayer
for a return back to here
so why not
start where you are
now
rather than trying to figure out how
jump in anywhere you like
and a verse for humanity you’re destined to strike
the beautiful mundane is what keeps us all sane
the search for depth overlooks the breadth
for in the shallow we must hallow
proclaim the living poem be thy name
the quest is over for the four-leaf clover
and now it’s time for easy bliss
the low-hanging fruit we can not miss
it’s no-rushing now
and if it’s passed, let it pass
and if it’s coming, let it come
and if it’s here, which it is,
it always is
write down the living poem
and let the volumes unfold
from your library untold
with rolling ladder chasing bookshelves into infinity.