Poetry in Unexpected Places (Across The Bay)
I can see the hospital i was born in now
Sitting on my balcony here
38 years later, across the bay
But there it is
I don’t need anything but my Naked eye
And there it is
How close it is, how far I’ve come
And not at all.
For some reason I haven’t quite excavated from the deeper trenches of my psyche, I never really gravitated toward poetry. Reading it or writing it. In the past couple years, as I’ve been more intentional with developing my writing practice, the thought has occasionally flitted through my mind that I should explore that realm. And yet still, I mostly avoided it.
Then one day a couple months ago, I was sitting at my desk which faces the balcony windows looking towards Biscayne Bay, and the words above came to me. I wrote them down without hesitation. I don’t know whether it’s any good, but it felt right putting those words on paper. Maybe that’s the point of poetry after all: not to craft something perfect, but to capture a moment of clarity when the distance between thought and expression collapses. So I’m going to make it a point to exercise this muscle more often, to remain open to those moments when they arrive unexpectedly but welcomed.