“there is no way to sing this” -Donna Hilbert “Where It Happened”
My poetry fails,
The world is too rude.
Idea of naked
Kills reality of nude.
My passion’s big
And cannot be contained
By a poem that grew,
By a moon that waned.
What now the now
That desires to last?
Only me fooling you
With passion from the past.
My excitement fails,
The world is too calm.
I want it to look.
But it’s sailing on.
