The Lost Fisherman

Poetry is the opinion I dare not voice In a world constantly changing. Poetry is the canvas Where every abstract stroke of my paintbrush appears Despite the enormity of the ‘big picture’. Poetry is the track That I am able to run on Without having to follow a clear trail. Poetry is the song I can sing in alto or tenor, In bass or soprano, Without being able to read sheet music. Poetry is the parent Is the sister, Is the brother, Is the friend, That will accept me When the people that should love me most do not. Poetry is a category So open and broad That anyone can participate. Poetry is a force So formidable and strong, It can move masses By simply existing. Poetry is the weapon That anyone can learn to use To protect themselves. Poetry is the food That provides sustenance To the starving. Poetry is the shoulder That the weak and desolate can cry on Without fear of rejection. Poetry is the picture That we take of ourselves That provides us with a new perspective. Poetry is the love That anyone can find Without needing a partner. Poetry is the vehicle Carrying its passengers To lands of milk and honey. Poetry is the dream That may not have a true meaning But still occurs. Poetry is the road Anyone can walk down, No matter what they are Because poetry does not discriminate. Poetry is a life raft That rescues me When I am lost at sea. And this is why I write it.