There are three blades

On the fan

Spinning slowing enough

That you can see them

The blender

Blends frozen fruit

This poem hasn’t started out too well

But I’ll keep going

Cars speed by behind

It’s a sidewalk smoothie shop

And they make breakfast burritos too

The vacationers next to me

Talk about football

The shirts hanging from the roof

Of the gift shop next door

Blow in the wind

Alas

I’m only describing

This is what my editor was talking about

There’s got to be a deeper meaning

In order for it to be a good poem

In order for anyone to care

And I pushed back and said

If it is what it is than that’s it

It just is what it is and there’s nothing more

But maybe that’s why it’s not good poetry

We want to feel like it means something

And good art allows us to feel that way

So if a poem is just about what is

And it doesn’t make it mean something

The poem might be right

But good art isn’t about being right

And this is where I feel that art and my spirituality diverge

I see it for what it is

But then I don’t make it mean something

The first part is spirituality

And I fail to get to the art of the second part