When things add up and you notice
A bit of beauty, irony, meaning emerge
That’s poetry
When a sequence or juxtaposition occurs
And something leaps off the page of life
And things dance that usually just stand
That’s poetry
Like this morning when I stood naked
Holding my underwear before me
Attempting to thread a foot through
I had to heel-toe-heel-toe over not to fall
And then, to complete the pattern
I did it again on the other foot
To make my imbalance into a dance
And I smiled. Poetry is usually personal
And private
Doing a little naked dance to catch yourself
From falling and having a little fun too
That’s poetry