VIGILANT Poem by Maarten Inghels

The poet should be ever
vigilant, be above all tender.
Be willing to always fall from the sky for her,
take care the jazz loosens up his muscles.

He should be ever
vigilant that there's entertainment to our
heart's content, that we might mumble
the poet's verses into a woman's ear.

He should be ever
vigilant to be weak sometimes.
So that the wind will win against his hearing, whisper
lines to him with which he'll build a body

around his finger.
For then the poet can say: o, embrace me,
time has yet to pass me by.