Thursday, June 29, 2017

the history student in me

to hold a moment

I love to write a poem,
to coalesce into words
an insight, a perspective,
a movement forward into understanding,
a way to say:
I’ve been there,
I’ve done that,
I know, and you can know, too,
through my words,

an experience within can still be similarly powerful,
though so very ephemeral, fleeting,
a hike with eyes open into wonder,
a dip into a cold mountain creek, 
intense rejuvenating shock,
a moment noticed and hoped to be remembered,
a picture snapped to hold a moment,

the history student in me
loves to write the words
that hope to hold a moment
and preserve it into the future,

I love to write a poem,
and I love it when the poem works.

by Henry H. Walker

June 25, ’17

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