Neither Here Nor There

An airport is nowhere
which is not something
generally noticed

yet some unnamed person in the past
deliberately planned it

and you have spent time there
again
for something you have done
which you do not entirely remember
like the souls in Purgatory

you sit there in the smell
of what passes for food
breathing what is called air
while the timepieces measure
their agreement

you believe in it
while you are there
because you are there
sometimes you may even feel happy
to be that far on your way
to somewhere

  by W. S. Merwin

Term

At the last minute a word is waiting
not heard that way before and not to be
repeated or ever be remembered
one that always had been a household word
used in speaking of the ordinary
everyday recurrences of living
not newly chosen or long considered
or a matter for comment afterward
who would ever have thought it was the one
saying itself from the beginning through
all its uses and circumstances to
utter at last that meaning of its own
for which it had long been the only word
though it seems now that any word would do

April - National Poetry Month

For the past few years, I've celebrated National Poetry Month by posting a piece of poetry every day, during the month of April.

I'm going to continue the tradition this year.

You might see an old favorite here, or you may find a new poem/poet that stirs a little something.

Whichever it is, I hope you enjoy the pieces I choose.

If you have a poem you love that you'd care to share, I hope you'll do that in the comments.  (remember -  I have "comments" set to be moderated, so don't worry if you do not see your comment right away; you will).

“Inside this pencil
crouch words that have never been written
never been spoken
never been taught'

- W.S. Merwin