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Photo © 2017 Ian Wagner
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Poems
are
not safe.
They’re
risky.
If
you take one for a walk
you
might start to think differently
about life, or death, or something,
and
you might not like thinking
differently.
What does this mean, you
say,
as if I need
another question
I can’t answer . . .
and
so avoid the poem
and
the heart of it.
True
poems
have
one
no
matter what they tell you—
a
poem is a creature
ready
to pounce
or
lay at your feet
licking
your toes—like life
—hungry,
waiting,
and
not so bad after all.
© 2017 Jennifer Wagner
For dVerse OpenLinkNight…and an invitation to check
out the new dVerse Anthology, Chiaroscuro, available on Amazon (I have a poem
in there, too).
