And You

 

I am finding it hard
writing poetry
these days.

 

Often I take small refuge
in formalism,
in pattern.

 

When I think of you,
of us,
I’m dizzy.

 

I am puzzles and confusion,
and you
are poetry.

 

There are so many choices
and so
few words.

 

*****

M.A. Mohanraj
April 26, 1998