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He said “if you can’t be a poet then be a poem”

Can’t I be both?

I would like to be,

but I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

So I watch you sail your very small boat astern of mine

not because I am the better sailor

but because I don’t know how to describe the wind.

I am just a thief in clever disguise.

I rise and fall every day with the same question.

If I can see and feel and know the mountains

then why can’t I be them?