Little Infinities

Maybe

In my early years,

Experiencing loneliness,

And the separation of me and this  generation,

I have found poetry to be my escape,

my wife, my husband,

To the poems of

Emily Dickinson And Walt Whitman,

We spent countless summer nights,

At the beach,

Watching sunrise to sunset,

And yet I have not yet wrote a single poem in years,

But I've managed to live,

I must confess,

In my early years,

After the depart of community college,

and the bankruptcy,

I found it almost incredible,

How I can love something so much,

And them never feeling the same,

Why poetry?

Is it it's power?

the untold secrets,

The hopes, the despairs,

The publicity,

Maybe.