If Any Wisdom Pervades These Poems, It's Theirs Poem by Dennis Ryan

Wednesday morning, March 6,2019 at 10: 20 a.m.; Sunday afternoon, May 17,2020

All of these people
that I address, here,
in these poems, Kim,
my sons, my mother,
Karen, others, real
and fictive alike—
Hamlet and Ophelia—
they compose.
They are my unity,
my ghosts, my poets—
they enter, leave,
return, have no fixed
schedules or times
as they need not ask
my, anyone else's persmission
when to come and depart.
When they come,
I write down what
they say: if any wisdom
pervades these poems,
it's theirs, belongs to them.