A quarter of a million people
  read my poetry last year

Five hundred thousand eyes,
  five hundred thousand ears

I write every day with the
  humble knowledge of this

To offer some solace,
   to be never remiss

They guide me much more
  than they ever will know

To help form the words
  that keep me in tow
  
I feel like I know them
  when I write late at night

As they call through the darkness
  —giving wings to my flight

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: May, 2019)