ars poetica

Poetry catches
  truth and feelings.

Truth and feelings
ever so fleeting;
I do my best to
  catch and release.

Waking up
I hear that calling
always fearing
there is nothing to say;
Until something happens:
  as it always does.

I take a walk
with the dogs
thinking I must hold
to what just happened.

Not one to stew;
I get it done.
And move on.