Poem-a-day
May. 23rd, 2023 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstorm#42
Maybe it’s only that the geese include me
As they circle the yard in a group,
Speaking softly among themselves:
Hello! Are you there? I’m still here.
Some days I write twenty pages
And some days my throat closes
And words escape me. Even then
I want someone to say, I’m still here.
Humans like consistency and I do too
But it’s not something I can provide.
The geese don’t mind
If I join their slow circuit or not
But when I do they say softly,
Hello. I’m still here.
Maybe it’s only that the geese include me
As they circle the yard in a group,
Speaking softly among themselves:
Hello! Are you there? I’m still here.
Some days I write twenty pages
And some days my throat closes
And words escape me. Even then
I want someone to say, I’m still here.
Humans like consistency and I do too
But it’s not something I can provide.
The geese don’t mind
If I join their slow circuit or not
But when I do they say softly,
Hello. I’m still here.
