Seeing them together
caused my pause
to write a gift for you
on scraps found. My pen
pulled my hand along
(it is braver than I).
It knows how to lay
my heart wide open,
like a prairie to the sky
nowhere to hide
expansive and still,
miles from adequate
for what I wish to give.
© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite 2019)
The Reluctant Poet 