Even Just Breath
a poem
a poem
1
A man had a book he carried with him always
It was known to be the source of his power & success & I
Wanted to take it away from him
I thought if I could get my hands on that book
All the secrets and answers
Would be revealed to me & I
Would be able to lead a successful, fulfilled life & I
Would be powerful, too
2
So somehow I got hold of the book
Maybe I stole it
Maybe he dropped it
Anyhow I got it
But the man just laughed & said
“Go ahead, you can burn it!”
3
When I opened the book I
Couldn’t believe my eyes
Chalk drawings & collages made from
Cheap paper
Junky, meaningless art
Just trash, really
It was clear that the man had filled
The book with these bits and scraps over time
A collection of random stuff
4
It was then that I realized
All I need is
A blank book
To fill with whatever I choose
Even just breath
Not one that I stole
From someone else
I laughed
& laughed
& laughed
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