Another Poem About Writing Letters
the page is patient
ink is intuitive kind
words swarm a cluster of giving in your mind & heart
the words are also patient
I carry around her letter
it jumps in the corners of my sight
imprints on bag detritus seeps into nows
while I finish other things
a letter waits to be written so there is always something to say
I’m sorry I miss you You’re right Let’s do that Thank you
I love you, the letter always says
even when it doesn’t
it does…
the page is patient
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 