Ars Poetia

They say to play with words, like
each page is a slide and we
smile while we're going down.

We play Doctor Frankenstein,
piecing together words that would
lay lifeless without our spark.

It feels like poetry is
like reaching into the forbidden
cookie jar when Mom says
Wait.

So we play dress-up, with our
lens-less glasses, pens in hands that
can't quite reach the tallest shelf.

We only hope to gain
a sense of ourselves, in that
moment when the tire-swing
goes so high, you try
to touch the sun.