Each Country Has Its Own Entry Requirements
On the first day
frustrated, annoyed
by the struggle to function
in a modern world
then my mind was closed
I then could not see
what the poems
meant to me
seems the mood I’m in
determines my capacity
to look beyond
what I can see
I was unable to
open my mind
until near the end
when others inspired
the concept of
identity
suddenly made sense to me
a gift of sight from others
Monday’s class
I attended but wasn’t there
I could try but couldn’t care
until I let go of me
I was blind
sight obscured
executively
perception is your passport
to possibility
day two revealed
connotative consequence
that before was concealed
whether my mind is open
to dive deeper
to let go of trusting only
that which is in front of me
sense the connection
feel, don’t look
when it speaks to me
and I stopped to listen
ambiguity
and all that is part of we
poetry’s not meant for one
together, all is shown
Wednesday was reversed
then I was present
then I was aware
then I was everywhere
Now I’m collecting stamps
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