Ah!

i am not your poet, not even your rising poem. i am but the simple sound, 'ah', that comes between your irregular heartbeats! i am the sperm that fell to the floor, the dust wiped from the cover of an unread book. i am the rust on the plow, the burp of the earth. i am the nest made of straw. i am the old clothes, washed in the creek. i am the pot simmering. i am the child forgotten by god, i am the body left for the crows. i am the silence that overwhelms, i am the healing without name. i am the lover, the cross, and the road not walked. i am the embrace of death, and the quiet companion. i am the still beauty of scars and bruises, the kiss that lights the night. i am the hope that looks like you... the simple sound, 'ah'!