Arlene Corwin writes

A Poem Is An Emblem 

A good poem is a movement well within the brain - :

Neurological and chemical, 

Its sum of cells the working mind

Through growing chains of synapses -

Those tiny gaps across which pulses pass

Where day’s long lapse spells out

Its relativity.  

Peculiar to each one (and me)

The time goes fast or slow,

Components shrink or grow,

The details varied with each person.

For that reason,

And to not appear too brazen,

Poetry, (my own)

Has made me sharper, keener,

Smarter, gleaner 

Of ideas that come from no- and everywhere.

Thus, this simple object

Formed of alphabetic letters

In no worse or better

Than the eyes that fall upon it,

Emblematic syntax that it is.