I AM THE POET

I am the poet,

My words, foolish, infantile,

Wise, dripping with philosophy,

Beating themselves, like trapped birds,

Against my fingers, tap, tap, tap,

Outward musting, lusting,

A flight of birds, a herd, a gam,

A pod, a murder, a flock,

Demanding release

As all wild animals do.

• Donovan Baldwin