We Who Would Be Poets

We who would be poets write for love.
Just as every other living being
Sifts through vast and complex fragments of
Infinity, so near, yet vaguely fleeing,
We, too, seek in rhythmic thought, that love
That stirs the universe, the spirit freeing.
Every creature reaches out to blend
In substance, with this one desired end--

Insects, dancing through the sunlit grass,
Concert masters drawing forth sweet harmony;
Each performing in a separate class
Joins in heartbeats of eternity.

by Ann McGough

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