Poem: March 27, 2019

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.