I Last Saw My Poem Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I last saw my poem reflected in the stream,
Then I saw this poem reflected in the sky.
I heard it being recited by passers by.

I told myself it was last found in my heart.
It recited it fast and by heart.
This poem didn't need a meter.

I caught my poem in the air I breathe.
I didn't try to sell it for greed.
I kept it special for all special days.

My, this poem came from me.
My, this poem resembled me.
My, this poem was me.