Poetry Stirs My Soul
I must scurry, hurry
bustle in a fury
I must not be late for prayers.
Why did I stay up so late
now my internal debate
what seemed so important that
it could not wait.
I read a poem by Maya Angelou
it moved me, stirred my soul, titled
“Still I Rise”
then I read a poem by Emily Dickinson
prolific, she wrote nearly 1,800 poems, including
still not done, I read a poem by Langston Hughes
it spoke to me of the equality of humankind, titled
Each poem has its own cadence, rhythm, rhyme
some have no rhyme at all
and it’s a free fall
that must find a place to go
on empty pages waiting for expressions to be caught within
that one moment in time.
I think my time was actually well-spent
but I am grateful that I made it
to prayers on time.