a poem as big as the world

a person can write a poem as big as the world

it can say something other things can't

there's a poem somewhere

waiting like an active mine in an abandoned battleground

that's now an impromptu soccer field

maybe you're there
watching but not playing

and the other children are ideas you had

that you never understood

calling to each other in a language you don't understand

they're playing a game

you think they're making fun of you

for not knowing what they're saying

and they are

but maybe one day the ball gets kicked over to you
and it’s more awkward to not play than it is to play
so you jog onto the field short of breath but not fatigued
and get blown to bits in a good way

there's a poem somewhere

written lifetimes ago
printed on a page as delicate as communion wafer
that you could lay on your tongue

and eat

just one

but it's the ceremony here that matters

not the tiny snack

it's small but it's as big as the world

you eat it and something grows in you and tries to bloom

or better yet

some wretched monster dies and leaves you to rebuild your city

a poem hiding in a book

for some reason

last place you'd ever look 

something to lift you up

to fill your heart

to warm you

and you wouldn't dare feel nothing

and all that numbness that you thought was maturity

may be exactly that

but you still feel something

anything

everything

and you remember why it was you got into this business in the first place

and the next several decisions you make

are very helpful 

very drastic 

very easy