Five Stanzas

One

Ripple in the water

Sunshine on the ground

Two

Flowers in the garden

Needles in the mound

Three

Kittens in the kitchen

Children in the tree

Four

Puddles on the sidewalk

Freckles on my knee

Five

Fingers on my right hand

Stanzas in this poem

All I've Done

Right now

No tunes in my head

No notes rumbling or mumblin’

No words to write down

I can’t think of what to write

I can’t think of what to say

Every day the drowsy fogs

Cloud my head and make it harder

Already so much

So many things I remember

How can I make new without repeating

And yet, here I am

Using words all used before

Just in a new order

Writing about how I can’t

Write and yet look at

All I’ve done

Unspoken

Little words

Cracking open

Crying out

They can’t be spoken

Little sounds

Frail and weak

Try to break

The endless streak

They crack

They cry

They wail

And weep

They gnash

And growl

They scream

And squeak

Little words

So frail

So small

Crying

Crying

And yet

They

Fall