It’s National Poetry Month
Who knew?
I should write a poem about faith,
about how things that seem darkest
can change literally overnight.
How impossible light can flood our fear
until barely a taste of its bitter toxin
remains on the tongue to speak about.
I should write about the peace of tranquil seas,
using other soothing metaphors to remind myself
that God is poetry, that God is…
As I wake up to a new day on Earth.
But I won’t write a poem. I won’t do it
just because someone declares it a month.
Instead, I will breathe in and breathe out,
do a little yoga. I will pray, and I will dream
of fresh ideas for anointing the beloved.
