Meeting A Poem
If a poem came to life
What would it be like if they knocked on my door
One morning out of the blue
I could simply open the door to something fantastic
I wonder if I’d recognize
One of my poems in human form
Or maybe it would be that nagging
I-know-I-know-you-from-somewhere feeling
What if a poem came walking down my stairs
In the middle of the day
Startling me because I live alone –
But don’t let my cats know that I said that –
And sat down for a cup of tea and a game of Scrabble
Or better yet, a beer on the patio
Right at that juncture between dusk and night time
In the magic of the gloaming when anything is possible
When fireflies come out and the air feels soft
And dreaming is easier
But please if I am going to meet one of my poems
Let it be a gentle one or a funny one
And not a sad, melancholy
Processing-all-this-grief-that-is-too-much-for-one-human-heart poem
I’ve already had enough of that
Let it be an uplifting one
So that there is lightness and hopefulness
And that diaphanous feeling of a dragonfly’s wings
Or a lace-curtain gently wafting in the breeze
Or the softness of rose petals
As violin bow strings play my heartstrings
That’s the poem I want to meet