And a Poet Lives, Not As If

He scarce lives as if Whole world reads him like a leaf— Each thought not yet thought, Yet, like an open Book he lives, aware or not, Thoughts getting written, What’s writ getting read often, Little remaining hidden, And soon comes a time, He seems lost of reason’s rhyme, And lives, not as if! ________________________________ Haiku | 02.09.2022 | plus Tanka and Haiku