Found
I found a poem
in the garden
between the watering can
and a row of peas
where the sun
lay glistening
I found a poem
in the park
down the curve
of a slide
and the glee
of a child
I found a poem
under the covers
where my feet
reached past
our warmth
and felt the cold
I found a poem
in my head
but didn’t write
it down,
and then
I forgot every line
But even that
was a poem,
the empty space
that every rhyme
ultimately
disappears into
2/5/23