(A candid revelation in quiet couplets about how to pursue and promulgate a certain kind of poetry, following what could be called the off-the-rack Ferdinand-the-Bull aesthetic.)
Hello, there, reader! I’d like to invite you
Into my poetry, which speaks plainly
And with a bemused tone of wonder and
Appreciation of the natural world
As it dances with us in our ordinary lives.
This is my inexhaustible modus operandi.
It’s a living, of sorts. My poems dependably display
Sensitivity and the rewards of paying attention
To such things as the minute devotions of a grasshopper,
A pond’s stillness, and something cute about waterfowl.
Reading my poems is always an invitation
For you to be sensitive, too. I want to say
That you can be as sensitive as I am,
Though of course I got there first, as the poet
Who is so plainly sensitive, and published. But if
You read my poetry aloud in gatherings of folks
Also honing their sensitivity, you will be ahead
Of them as you intone my articulated virtue
Of being in the moment, at peace, paying attention
To insects, plant life and such, being homely about
The lessons they have to teach us. First, find your own
Grasshopper. Now, loaf a bit as Walt Whitman advised.
Then you and I can be quite sensitive together,
Once you understand my M.O., don’t you see.