if i were a poet

These words were first published on Medium. This is the debut of the video poem.

The Kind of Woman Who Wears Poems in Her Hair - mixed media (including a few of my poems typed on parchment paper) on paper. available here.

If I were a poet I’d tell you who I am
I am the bamboo bending in the wind in a forest in Japan
Even in the strongest winds
I won’t break
I am the chimes in the same wind
My music gets louder
I won’t stop
If I were a poet I’d confess
I am the sudden storm
That will ruin your picnic
If I were a poet I’d bargain
I am the wailing toddler on a plane
Unless you play peek a boo with me
Then I will stop crying
But only for a moment
And then I would go back to feeling too much
Longing too much
And wishing I could tell you who I am