I am

An early April peeper sings
out its lonsesome solo song.
One voice against the gathering night
that goes on and on and on.
I am here, I am here, I am here
it says, announcing that it is
and all that matters is to be
alive on a night like this.


Writing is an interesting art form. Sometimes things come to you in a flash of inspiration and at other times they come in dribs and drabs. Some poems, after a little work, are “finished”, others I chew on, sometimes for years. The poem 9 11 was like that. I started that in 2001 and finished it this year, though there are still elements I am dissatisfied with. I may tinker with a word or two and never be quite satisfied with it even after many years reflection. The above poem came in a flash and after little tinkering, I am quite happy. Is it “finished” though? I am not sure. It seems like it could be, but it also seems like there is more to say. We will have to see. I like this poem a lot though and see it as an important work for me, because I love the “music” in the poem, the sounds of the vowels and consonants. Read it slowly out loud to see what I mean. I hope you enjoy it.