What is poetry?
Poetry?
What is a poem?

Have you looked at the sea?
Have you heard…
No.
Have you
FELT
the waves?

Once, three and a fraction years ago,
In the city of Good Vibes,
Buenos Aires,
I helped a blind man
Climb up a few steps to the library.

I held his arm,
Counted steps for him,
Said Welcome
As he thanked me at the top.

I smiled at him,
Said goodbye,
(Do you think he heard the smile?),
And thought,
Maybe this will make a good poem..