Emily’s Poems

i have been thinking that
my writing being done is too boring...
and that, it is a waste of time to try and write,
when there appears
nothing to say
...but i remember last march,
when i couldn’t even know
which letters came after
which other letters...
so it’s a miracle
that writing could be happening
without having to recite the alphabet
to remember where all the letters go.

i mean, there once was a poet that never left her house
and wrote poems about bees and trees.
those trees are leaning down in the wind
but they are not falling over...
Emily Dickenson noticed things like that
and they had to do with the whole world
even though it was about
just her own back yard
in Massachusetts.