I wrote an
incredible poem on the bus
indelible except it wasn’t
I said to myself:
“remember
THIS feeling”
hold to it
as you sing through
urban decay
the metaphors
hold each other blue
like tight-cupped hands
only ‘drum’
remains circling
like lost luggage
***
have you not picked it up perhaps?
have it if you want
those stretched-out words won’t fit
it’s mine – this feeling – your body
your poem circling my palm
my lips drum against your silence
Louella Sullivan is a poet, mother and teacher. She does most of these adequately on any given day.