Jaluos

if people are words

and sentences life’s happenings 

in paragraphs we limp and dance

the book isn’t ours

nor the pages we appear

but the letters are ours to arrange

what am i to you

as we stain paper with lines and dots

curly tails on g’s and y’s

we hope for chapters

a memorable phrase

or two at least

as sunlight fades

on snowy crowns of sleepy trees

i bask in your sacred script

never will you be a laundry list

you are and will always be 

my favorite poem