Voice (to M. Espinosa)

After having just completed

My first good poem

I leapt to my

Feet in front of

My mentor and screamed

I found my voice

He grabbed my shoulder

And sat me down

Saying my dear boy

You’ve just begun to

Whisper and now forty

Years and thousands of

Poems I write with

The raspy voice of

Age preferring to whisper

Leaving the yelling to

The young and wondering

After all of this

Have I ever found

My voice at all


And yet once again

I find myself saying

No to the things

That before I’d be

Saying yup yeah yessss

It’s odd you know

Realizing that for once

I have been satisfied

It’s like I no

Longer need Santa Claus

Cupid and Easter Bunny

Presents chocolates and eggs

Could love be like

That too now no

Longer needing the guy

Bringing the symbols to

Me and yet being

Able to enjoy the

Season alone in comfort

Both are indeed the

Fantasies of children and

Not required for me

There’s freedom in that