Poetry Wednesday

Tidal

if I had a sail or row

boat i

would have no need

of other small things but

it would have to be my

own I cannot bear the thought

there are shimmers on the water/ I

cannot name the color

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Credo

by Matthew Rohrer
I believe there is something else

entirely going on but no single
person can ever know it,
so we fall in love.

It could also be true that what we use
everyday to open cans was something
much nobler, that we'll never recognize.

I believe the woman sleeping beside me
doesn't care about what's going on
outside, and her body is warm
with trust
which is a great beginning.