“I believed that I wanted to be a poet,

but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”

                                    –Jaime Gil de Bieda

And isn’t that the truth,

that those of us trying

to use words as nets

for capturing all that is real

and raw and true

are really yearning to be the nets,

that we might actually feel

the delicate wings

and slippery bodies

of purity, honesty,

wonder, and anguish

fluttering and flopping

within us