May 9 by The Running Son
Of Poems and People.
I brashly named this first.
Brash, I know.
How do I know where knowing things has taken me.
or knowing still, can
take titles and make
miles of people
sleeping wake and find their-selves
alive more than awake.
People are funny. We are.
We are funny crazy in love
with the ways we like to do things.
we hold, holding
on to poem topics and old poems rolling away
with the ungrounded, round movement of days
along an axis if needing to remember
the ways things were.
Some of them were precious beyond words beyond stars beyond days
that pass away. Like people.
and looking up to screens and things,
to see who we are.
by Jim Aldrich