Try-on a Poet's Shoes

A poet's life is that of overexposure;
it is to see a broken limb fallen from a great oak tree
and wonder if the tree felt pain or loss
(if only a little).

It is to incessantly wonder
If the stars,
our company alone in the Night,
are as lonely as we seem to be

it is to snap the perfect picture
with a Number Two pencil
only to realize in the end
that you left the damned lens-cap on again.

It is to wake up and begin Dreaming
and to find comfort
in all of the Bad and the Ugly
and to realize (over all else)
that Bad and Ugly
give power to all things Beautiful.