Best Poem Ever
Sitting outside with loose papers on my lap,
a gust blew the top two pages away.
It was a poem that contained some creatures
and the usual clouds and mists
and how fossils feel about mountains.
Like a Borges story, it contained the past and future
and how time distorts yet fuels our ability to love.
I jumped up and chased it down the road,
the poem containing metaphysical doubts
about existence, my own and yours,
and how everything doesn’t mean anything.
There was a buzzing hornet
and Diogenes’ mordant laughter
and it listed the questions that answer themselves
– Will I be born? Do I crave applause?
But it was gone, my best poem ever,
eaten by cactus or the wind.
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