I Did Not Write This Poem

6/1/11

I Did Not Write This Poem

I did not write this poem

While walking by a river,

Observing the myriad wavelets spinning

Curving, and rubbing their watery selves

Against shore

Or in the forest, hidden

In the sanctuary of trees,

Safe,

Listening to birds chatting

With the trees

And the air.

No, I wrote this poem

Sitting in my basement,

Drinking Pepsi from a dull red can

While the walls slept.