Every So Often I Ask Why? March 26,2023

why write poetry?

it doesn’t pay the rent

or prepare cheesesteak sandwiches

or make blankets

that might warm someone

you can’t dance to it

walk with it

or talk with it

it’s not a friend

but really the strangest of strangers

you catch looking out a window

who ducks to stay out of sight

i see you out there

bent over the rock

pondering a poem

then start to leave

before returning for

a last check of lyrics

or to reread a conclusion

maybe poetry is just

a need to see the world

through different eyes

and perhaps my need and yours

need each other

to open that door