Moving by touch, learning to trust Faltering Not failing Seeking wisdom in a crowd Finding a voice In silence I would know you anywhere
THIS POEM HAS BEEN REMOVED FOR MAINTENANCE
This poem has been removed for maintenance This poem is out on loan This poem was broken by a carless listener This poem was restored to its cultural home This poem is almost certainly not The actual poem you came here to find The stanzas are smaller than you had imagined And it doesn't seem finished or use all the lines This sounds like a poem a monkey came up with Your nephew writes better and he's only four What happened to poems with meaningful pictures? Why can’t a poem be just a poem, Instead of always having to signify something more And how do you know if a verbal blank canvas Is even authentic or merely a fake? They all sound the same, when it’s words on a page And a cheap imitation’s quite easy to make This poem is dusty It’s got cracks and it’s short It hardly seems worth all that queuing for hours If it doesn’t sound anything like what you thought Still, we do hope your visit doesn't feel wasted There really is plenty more verse in my head Though it might not make up for the one that was missing Let this temporary poem stand here in its stead.