a poem a day

a poem a day

probably won't happen

but the urge and the 

solid blue well of thought

and ideas 

of word with meaning

and thoughts with depth

sweep from some unknown territory

pilfered from reality

stolen from god

written in haste

written is sincerity

written fearing the best

and wanting it

wanting to tell it all

wanting to say the words 

wanting to finally

tell the spider and the monkey

and the human 

they are not a mural on a wall

they are not ideas

they are not images

they are not smashed statues 

rusting and dusty

they don't have to fear the dragon

or the deep black of space

they are beautiful

they belong 

even in a poem 

written on the lame.

-richard nichols