Each Moment Anew Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

As a Poet,
I don't have to prove what I mean

Or reveal the pigmentation
of colors that gleam

Or the height of an Angel,
compared to a Man

Or whether the Devil,
cannot or then can

As a Poet,
I don't even have to explain

The temperature of a sunrise,
or a sorrow unplained

Or the width of my paper,
the length of my pen

The fact that I'm sitting here,
tautologies end

And thus as a Poet,
I'm free to espouse

The beauty around me,
without saying how

The magic that marvels,
never revealing its trick

The hat with the rabbit,
the joy in the mix

All Poetry a lens,
through which others can view

Life's focus e'er changing
—each moment anew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)