I, Too

I, too, do not despise it

We are on mutual terms

Like that stray cat

That does not purr for you

But won’t claw your brains out,

When you approach it.

Some days it’s that morning eye bugger,

That makes opening your eyes a pain

But is a constant reminder

Of dreams that have come,

And gone.

You see poetry,

Is something that I do not despise

In fact it often opens my eyes.

A world of wonder seeps in

To my corneas

Some would find that disturbing

But i?

I find it riveting