A student wanted to know,
why choose poetry
“when you could put all your energy
into a song, or a play, or make
a bundle from a novel?”
Chatter flowed around the room,
rebounded off walls like static, as if,
the reverberations had nowhere specific to go.
I thought of a river
flooding its banks,
carving new channels to the moon
but mentioned that, perhaps, inspiration,
like water or electricity,
followed a path of least resistance.
© The Author(s) 2019