Shawn L. Bird

I’m just thumbing through my journal (a random collection of drafts, ideas, poems, lecture notes, etc) and discovered this poem:

Maybe
is a dangerous room
in which tolive.
A place to run
when here is too hard,
when now is a naked agony.
Then there is maybe…
maybe him
maybe someday
maybe
(though
probably not).

(2009-1-21)