He said he liked poems
Of riding horses
Swimming in cool pools
Hot summer days
And leaves that tumbled gently to the ground, fall after fall.
I sat still and listened
Me on the other end of the radio
Sitting with the thought of the poems I had not written
How my life is full of poetry
Yet I fail to recognize and capture it.
I let it slide away from mind, and fly out my heart
All of those words of thunder crashing
Cats sleeping in patches of sunlight
Musical notes floating about in the summer night air
Falling stars and northern lights streaming down from heavens above.
Those unwritten verses, sailing away.
You may never know
In a poetic way
How I saw the eagle soar over my head
As the osprey chased it away
Or the joy I felt, of holding my baby girl
Saying I love you to her for the first time.
You may never hear about
The double rainbow I saw in County Kerry
Or the way that I fell in love across a smoke filled room
The way my heart filed with light and hope and peace
When my family sat at the piano and sang
Or how I cried most of the way through that old movie
That brought back the stinging grief of my youth
Or how I mantra myself to sleep some nights
When loneliness settles deep in my soul.
I believe it now though,
I believe we are all poetry
Living verses of wonder, life, and light
Writing our messages and poems
On the consciousness of the earth
As we fly through this universe
Spinning helplessly on this bright blue planet.
Each of us is
the most beautiful
to ever be.