Ever feel like poetry?

Not like reading poetry,
not like writing poetry,
but, just,
being poetry?

To be able to conjure up
images and
places in minds, like
merely writing the words
"tropical islands", or
"starry nights", or
"dew-covered grass" can
trigger thoughts and
stimulate senses
and create miniature worlds
entirely out of nothing.

Ever feel like
being like that?

To be able to
conjure worlds from nothing?
To be, and not just exist?
To tease the slightest hints and
set symphonies in motion?

To run non-stop
with the
pace, the
confidence, the
unstoppability and the
euphoria of a
sentence that
dares to keep going
on and on
and on and
on?

To love deeply
with the exactness
of the right words
in the right places
in the right order
at the right moments
and have precisely the
effect you desire and
relish the desires
you wished for?

Can a person
be a poem?

Can a person
choose to not be
a jumble of verses
struggling
even for lilt?

Should one, even?

For now,
might as well
pen the desires down
and create
a diorama of metaphors
with the centerpiece being
the poem you wish to be.

-Abdullah Alam