Early

 

Because there are poems after my own heart

Now and then I am happy.

Our day, this day, is a resurrection

Like an orange tree

And blue stones under my feet

Speak of ordinary lives that are saved.

If I said more you would not believe me.

If I said more my discoveries 

Would seem nothing 

But talk of gods.

I am happy without answers.

Poems are after my own heart.

They have made me sadly joyful. 

Can you see me, talking to myself in the street? 

 

 

 

 

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

0 thoughts on “Early”

  1. I really like this a lot, especially those first two lines — the resonate with me, running to the hills in mind with poetry as the only succor.

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