I’ve seen mentioned several places that April is National Poetry Month. I’ve been cultivating an appreciation for poetry over the last couple years, so I thought I would post one of the ones I’ve noted as being interesting to me. Then I thought I’d try my hand at one of my own instead, as I’ve been dabbling at that a bit as well. So here is one I just wrote that is pretty much a total rip-off of Jim Harrison’s poem, “I Believe,” that I’ve mentioned previously. I’m going to be so bold as to even swipe the damn title.
I believe in the leveling off after a
steep climb, blasts of rain on my
face, the sound of cricks and rivers
and lakes and oceans stroking the
sand and dirt, wind in the trees
and thunder. Christmas lights downtown,
food carts, ice cream trucks, and beat-up
old pick-ups, women with noses and
asses and personalities bigger than
what’s considered appropriate,
and dogs like that too.
The smell of clean sweat and
dirty sex and breakfast,
Men and women and children and
weeds and flowers and grass
poking their way through the cracks
between those spaces where the world
says they ain’t supposed to be.