Poem for April 1st

foolhardy

 

Already, a third time down this writer’s path,

Poems slipped into the slightest

Recesses of time and space, and I revel in it.

I thrive when planting words with pen-

Lines that reflect me in this presence,

Framing pieces

Of a world that is too big to fit

On a single page.

Loving the magic in the smallest moments

Sharing them with you