This Poem Turns Out
Like laundry that has dried
for two hours but is still wet,
Like dreams of frustration
forgotten by the morning ritual,
Nothing like expected.
This is not a tap dance, but yet
a simultaneous push for being
on its own and accepted by others.
The performer who doesn’t want
to perform anymore but keeps agreeing
The ramblings of a chronic worrier,
the push of what’s inside that needs
to escape like pent-up air
But has nowhere else to go.
The unfinished, unintentional
sentence that just.
Tennessee. JD DeHart just published a book with Dreaming Big Publications called A Five-Year Journey.