Take a poem, Rose,
But bring no pencil.
A soft, marginally responsive resilience
For my fingertips,
Thus and so
Do I start my line
And with a third fingertip,
To split a delicate symmetry
With a gentle firmness
I make my first point.
Thus and so
Do I establish my metre
and invite a nascent pressure
To find its freedom
In a crystalline dance.
Ah Rose, take a poem.