WHY I CHOOSE POETRY…written for National Poetry Day, 2021

I CHOOSE POETRY

because 

a pink wind ruffles the rose by my back door

and

tree-circling grackles squeak a thousand rusty whistles 

and because

the beach where I grew up was clamshell-crunchy 

and because

balloons flew wild at my sixth birthday party

and because

two snails stretch polished-fat on wet stones

and because 

the sky spills it’s blue into the sea every summer

and because

clouds sometimes decide to sleep on my window

and because

lavender smells as big as purple sun

and because

my sweet-talking dog Clementine died last year

and because 

and because 

all I want to do is 

tell someone about this

and 

because 

I need the best words I can find

I choose poetry

and 

in writing these things down

I’m surprised

because 

I can’t help but imagine

poetry has chosen me

because

poetry is like that

poetry is personal

©Zaro Weil