Are we there yet?

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Today, I wrote a poem, yet most days of my life, I’ve written no poems. 
Does that mean I’m not a poet?

Moss can never be rock.  In its embrace its cells convert inert minerals into living humus. 
Gazing at you hungrily, I did not realize you were gazing at me. 

Some djinn’s invisible palms are pressing my temples.  I hear whistling in my ears louder than the finches’ singing outside the window. 

All that is just distraction, even the finches. 
My heart is listening for you. 

Water drips down the side of the stone fountain. 
It isn’t safe to be around you until the love has leaked drop by drop from my heart. 

So, today, am I a poet yet? 
Can I write “PoemHadjj” before my name?

211 thoughts on “Are we there yet?”

  1. Rudy Thomas

    You may write PoemHadjj before your name. You have mastered the distractions within and without.

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