So Little, So Much
Writing a poem is a prayer
to understand first, and then to be understood,
to examine the world with a microscope
and then place it on a map,
to open your ribcage and grasp an organ
and then place it in someone's lap,
to create a tiny dictionary that will become,
at its best, a constellation,
to get up in search of legroom
and find yourself doing the foxtrot,
to whisper the aching question,
and to be a given an echo in return.
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