I listen to the poets as they pass
one by one across the stage
Sharing insights on their lives,
their hearts open to scrutiny.
Even with subjects personal and traumatic
They project outward positive thoughts
Dealing with the lingering effects
of shitty circumstances life had handed them.
I had arrived feeling devoid of inspiration,
looking simply for distraction.
That desire was certainly achieved
Yet more surprising,
Were the emotions wrapped in the words,
Both quiet and boisterous they spread.
Flowing out from the stage to blanket those below.
Subtle nods and barely audible ummm’s
Confirm the connection has been made.