A poem a day for 2013 - day 112 - Dear Diary

I am not ready to write
The elephant
Or give it a name
Describe its feet
Trunk
Eyes

My fingers
Head
My skin will not
Write around
This mass
Middle of my blood

Not today

And I am a poet
This is the work
To write my heart
To write the world
To write my window

All the news on the planet
All this edge
All this something going on

And I will not separate myself
From my own feelings
Raw and relevant

All in the middle of my
Self