I Say I am a Poet Isabelle Hutchinson

I say I am a poet Isabelle Hutchinson

I say I am a poet, but I am such a liar. My metaphors are wet kindling that start no fire.

I will not lie, I am a fraud. Watch: I cannot conjure a world on a whim. I envy God, and his medium:

majestic breath and a curving rib, lost piece from an ivory dome, that cathedral in which the heart beats its wings.

That’s creation. I only scribble to the rhythm of a metronome. I’ll always want more than I can ever have.

I wait at the bus stop, watch for the words. Time melts in my pocket. The pen and ink

are my only certainties. I stand at the brink of creation. A world is birthing. The kindling catches a spark.