You Were Born a Poet

“In the respects in which the soul is unlike God, it is also unlike itself.”

 St. Bernard

You were born a poet,

slow to affiliations

otherwise.

You do not belong

but to

elements and instincts,

just the basics,

in a place,

embodied,

of a home and

a small handful

of people. You were

familied,

churched,

schooled,

cultured and

worked.

After all this, when the

bone and marrow parted,

you came to know

you were born a poet,

belonging to

elements and instincts,

nature and its narrative,

the basics.