How we (poets) escape

I leave by staying,
close my eyes while I am waking.
that’s the becoming.

lose the wind in you,
throw your mind into the before—
to unlearn, to learn.

wake up in the rain,
allow thunder to strike you so
you’d see lightning

while you run, please walk
there’s no room to escape from nights,
no poet is light.

Ruddapoet