I LISTEN TO THE LINE I WAIT TO WRITE

I listen to the line I wait to write
I hear myself speaking the poem to myself.
What I write
Comes from somewhere else
Inside myself
Perhaps beyond.

I take these words down
Which appear right before
I say them
Which appear
As I say them.

Is what I am doing ‘Poetry’?
Or is it merely my own illusion
Of what I am
And what Poetry is?

God gives and God takes.
Will God make these lines too
What they are not now,
And yet?

Shalom Freedman

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