Poetry- Weight

I wrote this last month and wanted to share it.  It's been a long quite winter in regards to poetry, after such a flurry in the summer and early fall.  Lots of painting though.  :)

Weight

I know you want to do something true, honest.

That you want to make beautiful things, as real as a boot

falling from a chair,

or a bullet of resin embracing a pinecone, or a vase being filled with water,

but I would ask you

to wait, to not try and be

a vase filling up with water, to not

try and be resin sticking to a finger, to not

try and make a boot be supple.

To float a bit, to be at ease

with not-waiting.

Don’t worry.  The words will come.

And the words will give you weight.