A New Poem

Telling

(From here on, they all count . . .

Whatever you think to say now will

sound silly. It is not about

patience, or wanting a thing so badly

that you can never have it. That's

the easy answer. The difficult question

occurs when you least expect it,

that's the candidness of real life, someone

you trust betraying your smallest

secret. BW recounting the story of

driving across the desert north of

Bakersfield, chasing the big priceless

Picasso and Miro canvases tumbling

end over end across the sand in the wind.

Dizzy with laughter, thinking how

absurd life can be, when the biggest secret

you've kept is finally ripe for the telling.