April 25

Woman in Pompeii, I Want To See Your Poem

You paused for a moment
like a butterfly on a wall
to consider your words
before you flew on.
Placed pen to lip to page to artist
you stared down and measured
the length of your line,
and reflected on
what you would rest there.

I don’t know if the weight
of your words lasted, like the painting,
or if you got the words just so,
but your consideration
of the moment reached me
and I could at least poem your attempt.