THE CLOSET MYSTIC

And I think poetry is our remedy,

for bottomless is the modern appetite

which wants everything, all at once.

a poem demands:

chew,

taste,

swallow,

savor— slowly.

there it is: 

that fullness, so elusive.

a novel

in each word;

you jump in,

expecting a puddle,

but fall in,

swimming in hidden depths.