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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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