Here
I got burnt
out
on poetry readings--
tired of hearing self-important lines
read in a dramatized poetry voice,
tired of hearing people more concerned
with slam-bam delivery
than what they were actually saying.
I will
stay on the page.
It's much quieter here; there is
more time to think. The words are here
for you alone. No one else.
Go back to the start--read it
again--it's still there. For you.
No crowds, no intrusion
of conversation or brewing espresso.
Just me. You.
Here.
Copyright © 2000 Renee Carter Hall
