In Praise of the Poet, the Poem Unknown

Let me honor you here though you’re shy to show face on a page, even try to draw thoughts from the cloud of your mind, by a keyboard revealed, quill on sand. Let me ask you, Unknown, to be kind to yourself! Free your mind to disclose what it dreams to the world, what it’s scanned; what you feel in your heart, what it knows. Be surprised by yourself for a change! Put all judgment aside. If it’s strange and a sin to imagine your judg- ment of others correct, give a hoot for the lessons you’ve learned. Don’t begrudge other’s talents, the muscles they form as they mine a fleet moment. This fruit is yours too if you’ll have it! Just warm to the thought, that some treasure gets found in all feelings, your muse might expound. November 27th of 2020