When You Boil It Down

Poetry, real Poetry
Does not ask
In clever verse
What's in it for me?

Rather it is generous
To a fault
And gives you the shirt off
Its back
The best last piece of delicacy
Even when it too
is hungry.

It does not judge
Nor does it step over
Ones who have fallen
To gain an advantage
Or a better view.

It sees what is shared
Between living things
Beings dressed in light
And mystery
And shooting stars.

When it is time to
Say good bye
It shivers
In that cold wind.

It delights in
Meeting
And does not
Fear falling in
Love.

It knows that not knowing
Is greater
More powerful
Than pride or power
Too wise to
Take a side
When we're all standing
On the same Earth.