i think i like a poem
because it makes me slow
way down and be in the moment
and really take in the words, thoughts,
sounds. i think i like a poem that makes me
smile, cry, shake, blush, swing from the rafters.
i think i like a poem that’s the first poem in a new
house, fresh word paint spilling out onto the walls, floors,
ceilings. i think i like a poem that opens me up like a dream-
catcher wheel, spinning around and around until my deepest guts
are revealed and my heart is at the mercy of the meaning police vehicle
rolling through at over 44 mph, i think; i love; a poem; that makes no sense
to anyone but me--and maybe to those three who know who they are and who
keep me on my toes through the lovely pain-staking pains of staking these claims.