It is not about rhythm
or being particularly deep.
It’s not about rhyming,
obviously.
It’s not even about
the words you pick,
because if you’re still
long enough
you will feel them
pick themselves.
It’s just a staring contest
between you and life.
It’s about getting past
the itch to write
and waiting out
the familiar.
Poetry is not a skill,
it is a vow
to hunt for the view
that is new.