back round soul

Forgive the pardonable: I'm back
in the soul-building
business. Already I feel more playful
and more serious. Like a tightrope
walker. The good news: the world
doesn't end when poets yawn
or take long vacations. However,
that's not entirely true. What ends
is the poet's way of walking out
into the world. His nuances,
his manful playing
with langs and uages.

And anyway, this is what I've learned:

we shouldn't give our lives to poems,
we should give our poems to life

and that grants permission,
the only permission
worth having.