arquious

I write to keep track of the days—

not the big ones,

just the ones that pass quietly

and leave a small mark

if you look closely enough.

Most pieces begin as a note

on the margin of a moment:

a glance, a sound,

a shift in the room

that asks to be carried a little further.

What you’ll find here is simple:

an attempt to pay attention,

to follow a detail until it

reveals something worth keeping.

Move through these lines

however you like.

Whatever you notice

becomes part of the work.

        —arquious

Poetry, my heart's beat,

A canvas for thoughts, experiences fleet,

In lines and stanzas, I lay bare,

A puppet theatre, emotions share.

From a vast expanse, I glean,

The human condition, a recurring theme,

Observe, discern, and then portray,

In scribbles, the essence of each day.

Tread lightly here, among my art,

For each piece upholds a part,

Of you, of me, the Muse --combined,

In every verse, our spirits aligned.