Miracle Poetry Pill

Miracle pill from the miracle dispensary
A miracle that such a thing exists
Taken on a rainy morning
When the heart is waterlogged and heavy
When the day ahead is full of tasks you’d
Prefer not to and too long. Take one
This capsule of paper encases one
Perfect poem of sharp edged words
Soft round vowels. It is possible
It is, to become your own pharmacist
In the university of poetry
Where experience and luck
Lead you by the hand to poets you need.
After years of this you’ll know
Exactly what a gray morning calls for:
(and another minor miracle,
Push these tiny keys to dispense a poem
Instead of walking driving searching old libraries
Or the shelves of bookstores to find the slip of paper
That contains the exact poem)
A quiet Neruda, no shouting or waving arms
And ecstatic Whitman bounding over the land
A magical Willard answering questions
Or today a Miracle Fair
Go read it now. I’ll wait.