“A Poem’s Thoughts”—a poem

One with God, Pi, and the atom;

I am in everything, eternal,

just waiting for you to discover me.

None of my words have to be

the right or best word,

but that doesn’t mean that

you get to stop looking for those.

None of my lines have to be

perfectly metrical,

but they can be if they are,

and nobody else has to

get me or like me.

I am yours,

and you are all I need.