By Celeste Yeo
The majestic cathedral exudes its endearing charm
The cobblestones greet my feet
The way the skies touch the sea
Where they meet at the horizon.
I remember why I write –
As the river glistens with the bridges and clouds,
Reflecting the calm and chaos of a heart.
Another month with its timely refrain
Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
I remember where to put my poetry –
Not in the mirage of waters, not in the myriad of conversations,
Not in the infinity of stars, or their brilliant constellations.
But the ripple that cascades into transparent brushstrokes –
A measured rhythm that resists celebrated compositions.
I remember to ask why –
The instrumental organ supporting majestic halls
A cabinet of curiosities
Governing my organic system.
Why bridges echo and clouds wink, why