- “…Here you can find bags everywhere
Plastic bags, nylon bags, bags made of kilims
I don’t know what to put in them
Maybe my freezing heart, maybe not.”
from A Brief Note To The Bag Lady, Ma Sister by Yusuf Eradam,
in the anthology This Same Sky, pg. 133.
Why must we always?
forget
we are
all
part of a much larger poem
and we choose
every day
every moment
where we stand—
outside it all, reading
the poem
or turned away or
on this day,
in this minute
to recognize our
selves
to shrug and pick up the pen of the daily
and see we are writing it too
along with all the other writers and watchers
and the distracted who believe they are too busy
to read or write and those just humming along because
they’ve lost the thread of the story
Puff Of Smoke Poems 