Chased by Poems
I am the poet who
is chased by poems
they dog me when I’m least
prepared
they leap out at me
from behind bushes
they toss a net over me
so I cannot
escape
I am the poet who
calls to my husband
from the doorway
dripping wet
from the pool
a pen and
paper
some kind of emergency
this poem
about the sky
that must get out of my head
I am the poet
who is chased by
poems.
