. . . and arriving. Poetry is something some
people must write or speak.
Some people, including poets,
must make distinctions about poems
and poets, for society’s a place
of endless distinctions,
which make for a lot of noise
and lists, walls and squabbles.
Imagine someone standing on a beach,
making distinctions about waves,
saying which are good, which are bad,
which are great, which must be dismissed
and scorned.
Note that the waves keep coming.
The poems keep coming because
They must. The moon drives the waves.
What drives the poems? A trillion
Different moons, that’s what.
And one of them is language itself—
that great mystery in the brain,
in the air, in the squares, in the ears
and eyes, in the everywhere we live.
The poems will keeping arriving.
Some of them belong to you.
hans ostrom 2022
