Some days, in the world,
I feel like
the fake drawers on bathroom cabinets
or the false pockets
on a mans vest;
A reasonable addition
that looks like it belongs,
but what possible purpose
will I ever serve.

Some days, to the world,
I feel like
a thunderstorm with too little thunder
and too much rain
and no fathomable idea
what to do with all the lightning
growing inside me.

Some days, to the world,
I feel like
a book with no cover and a title page
that is torn;
I am filled with words
but only those that care to read
will ever understand
what I am about.
                                                                                        Jon York   2019