it’s not without
some apprehension,
close attention
to consequences,
of defenses
and sharpening
of vital senses,
that i would
presume to mention

that a poet is
bound by duty
to ponder life and
seek its beauty,
capture it in
a temporal prison,
interpret it
with deft precision
and craft it into
pleasing vision.

and though this quest
remains my curse-
to elevate
the soul through verse-
there’s no denying
the fascination
of coming to
the realization
that the ugliness i see
is actually beautiful to me.

This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.