national poetry month april 2020

every day a poem

They say this month is one to write a poem a day

but

isn’t every day a poem?

Yes, you see

I hear its cadence when I wake

• the chirp of birds

I see its vibrancy when I walk

• purple flowers sprouting from branches

I smell its aroma when I inhale

• grandmother’s cornbread on the stove

• next to the rest of Sunday’s dinner

and feel its embrace as I try

try try try

to shake feelings that don’t make this day know its strung together with honey.

Every day a poem

cradles me in its words.

No, not words said, spoken - aloud

but ones felt.

Do you feel them too?