Pound out a poem
when your soul
feels empty, betrayed
by a loss, or
a distance, or
a failure.
Pound out a poem:
stretch your words
tight, like the
skin of deer
on ringed
wooden
rim.
Your voice… your stick
Your pain… your power
Your heartbeat… your hope.
Yes, hope, keeping
time because sometimes
this hope of time
is all we have.