Poetry Town
Anne Campbell with Catamount Arts
created/came up with an idea that so pleased me,
at the outset: Poetry Town.
So I invented an excuse to drive
the 45-50 minute drive down.
Looking/shopping for rubber boots.
So there appeared in almost all
shop windows
a square of paper, which I at first ignored.
Then I looked again.
In almost every shop there hung a poem!
My creative heart fluttered, not exactly leaped.
On this bitterly cold and blowy late afternoon,
I walked with a purpose, but slowly, eager anticipation in my steps.
Window after window, one shop had
5 or 6 papers/poems!
I became so excited, each poem promised something,
perhaps a feeling, an idea, randomly.
So I stopped at the last
window. My poem journey ended.
I recalled/remembered our writings.
And I had an epiphany: We wrote differently, more native, somehow.
I could not be disappointed, really, with the poems
hanging there -- what an intriguing concept,
carried out with professional aplomb.
And we sit in our basement,
waiting a prompt,
wiggling our papers and our feet, getting comfortable in our chairs.
We pick up a pencil, the magic begins,
and we startle ourselves with our creativity.
I hang those papers in my eyes.
