Some things you know and yet
they take such a very long time to know–
who could judge all these half-baked poems
crumpled up? They form the heart of me
that was not ready, that tried but could not see,
I’ll be lost to the ages soon but the endless drafts
and iterations will outlive me and I hope they remember
how hard I tried
Day 270 – And Yet
The 365 Poetry Project 