the poet

where did poets go

(used to know, used to show 

you the way)

i crawled alone

when time was slow

to find foundation in the impossible sun

no construction no criticism

the pen was my vessel 

only to dig into the opening

channel

to be

what if this was the last

person

you could be

would you shine, forgetting

and losing 

to return to “i feel”

“i am”

the pencil

such electricity

in blinding light

what happened to the poet

vanished , without fight

2016

marielle l