The Reading

…. and I wondered as I wrote the poem if the weight on either side of the words were sufficiently balanced to hold the poem in check. So that when read aloud the meaning would be pivotal, hanging on to unsaid words, implied in partiality by my favorite phraseology and method, a potpourri of high, lows and in between. Oh, wonder of wonders, can you believe all that applause for just one small poem? Thank you so much for all your kindness. It’s more honor than one should receive. There’s a delicate art in being discreet, yet forceful. Not for the faint hearted or meek.