Inspiration

 MAKE ROOM FOR A POEM

(rough draft)

How to make room

for something needed

found out there, somewhere

endless silence offers a whole,

something living

something tangible

smooth to the touch

soft in darkness

how to grab it?

how to do anything with it?

unsure in the measurements

hearts vary in size, in their depth

we listen

this blank page and I

ink growing cold

words not yet spread out,

a poet* once wrote

that for all poets

“Poetry is a temple we are allowed to play in”

but aren’t we a temple too, I disagree, disagree!

and so I sit in this empty kitchen

with the morning darkness, cool wind

passing through me always

and my eyes close and dream,

What room is there now

Words heavy with night, slip past me.

*Robin Blaser