Owned And Only Poem by Susan Lacovara

You can not steal the part of me
reserved for poetry

It wiggles out of a slipknot hold
to escape and dash away
freed


It climbs trees and rolls downhill
catches a nap in a coneflower field


You cannot own the part of me
reserved for poetry


It is tucked away on a dusty shelf
near bound books of golden rhymes
treasured trusted
mine

All bravely bundled in braided silk strands
those words that were gifted wings
whimsy wise
mine

You cannot change the part of me
reserved for poetry

a blowing gale so unexpected
a coyote cry at night
the fluttering of hummingbird wings
all to move my deliberate pen


Each day I grow one inch taller
in the stand of poetry

A traveler who tends more to wander
another mile on down the road
to where the next path leads


You cannot dim the part of me
reserved for poetry


It is sunlight bending into the sea
frost on my windowpane
a fleeting glance at some stranger's smile
and music magic
mine