Most certainly now is a time that
I can say without trepidation
that my insides are not exploding,
but I recollect a time when I walked
with my friend beside my second favorite
graveyard in Fayetteville, Arkansas,
& it was nighttime, of course, & relatively
quiet, & the stars were lisping their many
& mindless stories, & all, & we walked
in the night, simply, each of us, I felt,
& we talked about poetry & poets
& ideas that we loved, shining from inside,
like something perfect, or beautiful,
shining maybe like a song or Jerusalem.
Shannon Tate Jonas Poetry 