I was going to poem.

I had some ideas.

You know

How poem is;

How poem wants.

 

It hadn’t occurred

That Poem would

Go to you.

 

I obviously

Didn’t

Think it through.

 

I should have prepared myself

With roadmaps, compass and

Electronic GPS.

A good breakfast, a full tank of gas,

A lucky rabbit’s foot dangling

From the USB port on my machine.

 

Thesis, Topic sentence, research, references

And a full paragraph outline—well

Those are the tools to prevent surprise.

 

Otherwise Poem is a thing of will and want

Driven by whim. 

You don’t write her;

She writes you.