Bypass

A poem about writing a poem

I wrote a poem

like a lonely woman

crying for someone

to make a gift of it

whoever passed by

dropped the well’s lid

without looking down

 

from too much yelling

my eyes got dry

I was blind

it was drought

the acacia grove whistled

for such waste

 

suddenly the wind

bent my crisscrossed arms

I breathed soul to soul

I cried tear from tear

 

someone left

without a word

my poem stuck to his soles

like dust

 

I tore a leaf and signed

I, anno domini