So, this title has been sitting on my desk
for about eight years now,
and I still haven’t yet come up with a poem
to go with it.
It’s just that I was really taken
with the image
and I thought, well I’ll write it down
so I don’t forget, and I’ll use it later.
I don’t even recall what inspired the image.
Probably a line from a novel,
or maybe somebody else’s poem.
Because that’s how this poetry thing works.
We take ideas from other peoples’
stories, poems, paintings, films,
and we try best we can
to make them our own.
But sometimes, like in this case,
we never do manage to come up with
a poem worthy of the original image.
Which is okay too.
Life is, after all, really just
a series of images.
So there’s nothing wrong
with having one more,
even if I never do anything with it.
May 1, 2019
Brian Kenneth Swain