A Poet Emerges

and it was at that age… Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know,
I don’t know where
it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence but from a street
I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was
without a face
and it touched me.

For many years I have found poetry an important part of “my mix.” It was much later in life that it became part of my Zen art practice.

One Response to “A Poet Emerges”

  1. Hi, fellow senior. This poem caught me in mid-troll. Caught my hook and pulled me up. Thanks. Sort of describes the whole writing experience.

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