FORTHCOMING

FORTHCOMING

I beseeched the Universe
for a poem
so many
times I asked
but not one
was forthcoming

until
  much time passed
and suddenly then
fire and
massive winds
ripping through
the sky

poems everywhere
pieces of paper rising
falling
     floating, burning
like lanterns above
tiny boats
on the sea

too many by far
to catch and read
anything like
enough
really

but fire and wind
conspiring to
create
this scene of
crazy beauty

final triumph of poetry
even as it disappeared

final
flowering nothing
able to
surpass
as if
by definition.