"Hide Your Poetry"
Withdraw your verses.
Conceal your iambic pentameters.
Dismantle your haikus.
Your heart may be breaking.
Your mind grasping like a drunken monkey.
Your body convulsing in unpredictable aftershocks.
Nature does not care.
How do you think the geysers were drawn,
Nature has heard it all before.
No doubt by those more talented,
and certainly more earnest.
masked as flattery,
will miss the mark
as surely as an arrow trying to
kill a centaur.
Hide your poetry, yes, really,
for Nature only wishes
for that which you observe.
Live in the Observer.