Come, thief
whispering to fool the wind
invitation to a secret feast
power & possibility.
The unfolding center,
divine nothingness,
domain of perfect affection
If one of us should fall
faster than light
don’t let me be lonely.
I spent a lot of time browsing the pop-up poetry bookstore at the Dodge Poetry Festival, both yesterday and today. One of my favorite things is to read and collect the titles of poetry books, and then try to assemble them into a poem. I walked around with my notebook and jotted down the titles that sounded interesting to me. This poem is the product of that exercise.
My sincere thank you and apology to those poets whose book titles I skimmed with my little net.
Please let me know what you think of this poem. I love comments!