there is a poem
that i will never write down;
words cannot hold it.
there is a poem
that cannot be recited;
it escapes like breath.
there is a poem
in every simple movement;
it is verse, set free.
there is a poem
between the lines written down;
no pen transcribes it.
there is a poem
that transcends literature;
how could books hold it?
there is a poem
behind this very poem;
someone will find it.
in the dialogue
between is and possibly
there is a poem.
07 JUL 2004
