Poems lie in wait for me
to get so bored I must
write to open up space
for true life to say hello
or hell, no!

This one is concerned that
I may not say the wrong
thing, for saying the right
thing is so…well, so unhelpful.

And so I pledge to say the
wrong thing at just the right
time.

I pledge to upset apple carts
all over the globe.
For the globe is only in
my head.

Vicki Woodyard