Arlene Corwin writes

Circling Round Experience 

                

What a charming happenstance!

Happy chance!

Twenty eighteen, book eighteen.

Twenty twenty, book still sketchy

But there’s poetry a-plenty…

Wondrous!. In the several hundreds!

Now to get this out,

To clout the living world with it.

I’ve been crowing like a maniac, a lunatic;

Known in better circles as enthusiastic:

Crazy about poetry - a devotee

Or let us say, creating it.

The whole year long, as good as daily:

Unpretentious, chatty, gayly, 

Full of idiom and slang,

Language common, language spoken,

Token jargon,

Arlene Corwin’s origin.

 

Yet like Dante Alighieri,

Layered: yin and yang,

Detached, intense and prescient

Simple, perspicacious, riotous 

Funny and absurd;

At times, confessionally worried.

All year long, I’ve pierced balloons 

In order to expel delusions,

Illusions duping us.

Thus,

Book eighteen 

Circles around everything;

Experience that’s One at bottom.