Holes I Drill

Poetry is the holes I drill into the walls
to hang a memory of
what I couldn’t sustain;
it is the invisible crutch 
that blesses me 
with invincible handicaps.

Poetry is a snowflake I chase –
I can neither ascribe
the tragedies of my life to destiny 
nor accept
any meaningful story that it weaves –
I chase the translucence 
that poetry offers, 
to ‘be’.