A Poem Says to the Poet

 A Poem Says to the Poet

“Hi, Poet,” says the Poem, “what am I to you?”

“You are,” says the Poet, “the language of my heart.”

“Well,” says the Poem, “I must say your heart has spoken remarkable language lately.

You described being in a funnel cloud of fear, then a tsunami of sadness, followed by

a neverland of despair, all in a few of my lines. You did settle into an easy chair of contentment

in the end, but you put me through a lot. I think you should see a therapist.”

“Poem,” says the Poet, “that’s why I have you.”