Each Moment Anew

As a Poet, I don’t have to prove what I mean Or reveal the pigmentation of colors that gleam Or the height of an Angel, compared to a Man Or whether the Devil, cannot or then can As a Poet, I don’t even have to explain The temperature of a sunrise, or a sorrow unplained Or the width of my paper, the length of my pen The fact that I’m sitting here, tautologies end And thus as a Poet, I’m free to espouse The beauty around me, without saying how The magic that marvels, never revealing its trick The hat with the rabbit, the joy in the mix All Poetry a lens, through which others can view Life’s focus e’er changing —each moment anew (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)