Why

I  had a friend once ask me why I write poetry. I didn't really know how to explain it, but this poem is my best guess. 

Poetry is a snapshot landscape.

In my head I used to take scenes
and save them
Dripping with description
Painting a picture
A moment
And I'd hit save
And I'd tell myself
That it could someday
Fit snuggly
At the beginning of a book chapter
Nestled inside a cozy story
Safe and warm

It wasn't until later
I called myself a poet

And I realized these didn't need to be
Snug
Tucked in corners of other
Pieces
Of writing

They were stand alone.

Because not everything needs a full explanation.

5/28/2015