O When Why and Wow
As the inner being approaches
it is like another
reaching,
breathing, reminding
of that which you are,
of that which you are now
of that which you will be always.
And when you see that light at nine
you don't understand the shine
but the poetry takes you forward
ever forward with soft handles
to hold
and one day you recall,
the scent of leaves in fall
and the swing set out on the lawn,
and the sun, and the dirt and the pain . . .
And then you know, you wrote your first poetry
when you were born.
© Harley
