it started with Emily–
“I think to Live—may be a Bliss”–
her words opening my mind
like a safecracker twisting the handle,
pulling the door,
revealing the treasures inside

now, it’s an every day thing–
especially in June–
clicking on names,
people-poems,
opening my mind
to receive transmission

signal strong. no decay.

over the years of viewing 
poets and poems,
i have become convinced
of one truth:

the inner voice 
is best left partially hidden,
elsewise, it may
burn through 
the crust of the Earth,
spitting the rock
into shards of  
may-have-beens.