Poemhunter Poem by Sophia White

The Poem Hunter came and sat next to me.
I asked, “Do you help us find a poem
Or a poet? Hence your name? ”
“At times, ” he smiled. “But my purpose
Is not to be a guide for the unguidable.
There are guides aplenty already.
No.
I am the Poem Hunter. I find Poems
(And poets) and bring them
Into the Light they did now know
That they were seeking.”
And he, upon my puzzled frown, went on:
“There are poets in the far reaches
Of this wordless world
Who have words to give the wordless
But they know it not – yet.
I am here to seek them out
To hold their hand as they step out.
To show them how to make it in.
To hand them the map to win.
To point them in the right direction.
I am the Poem Hunter.”
And I saw. And I said,
“As you found me. A poet
Languishing in bed.
Not knowing there are people
Who need words not their own.
And you sought me out.
You made my dream my own.
Though it may seem small at first
It will grow, it will grow.”
And I bowed to the Poem Hunter.
And kept on writing.