Today, around the globe,
ten-thousand poems shall be written,
one, perhaps, by me. 

Each begins with an ache,
likely echoing another's ache–
answering, enflaming, soothing…

But most
(this one?)
may never be sent beyond these few, ruled lines,
never find life beyond this page,
lost to all but God.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.