 | | | “I Am”
by Simone DiNota, ‘24
Sitting here
Thinking of clever
and thoughtful
Words to write
On a page
For an assignment
I might forget
But I might remember.
And what does a poem do?
What do you
Want me to
Say
What do you
Want to
Read?
Do these words
Mean something
On the blank
Page of a
Notebook
That’s half-
Empty–
Because what do poems do–
And letters
And what does breath do
Except supply?
Unsure.
My dad once said
My poem sounded like a
Diary entry
And maybe it
Does.
I am simply writing
And writing–
And what
Do these
Words
Mean to you–
To me?
The darkness
Of the sky
Blankets me,
Yet I’m
Surrounded by
Artificial light–
Writing
my silly little
Poem with
My silly little
Pencil,
Waiting and
hoping–
Dreaming and
longing–
Maybe something
Will stick–
Longing,
To feel. |