I just discovered Martha Collins, the poet. Her poems are spellbinding. In her poems she describes scenarios and emotions that I’ve experienced or felt, but could not find the words for, and now that they are transcribed on paper, I can breathe sighs of relief and feel like all is right with the world again. Do you know what I mean? Well, anyway, here is my new favorite poem.
Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don’t
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over
or out, between two points of no
return’s a line of flight, between
two points of view’s a line of vision.
But a line of thought is rarely
straight, an open line’s no party
line, however fine your point.
A line of fire communicates, but drop
your weapons and drop your line,
consider the shortest distance from x
to y, let x be me, let y be you.