I Have Been Far From Poetry Today Poem by Shalom Freedman

I HAVE BEEN FAR FROM POETRY TODAY

I have been far from Poetry today
Yet now I hear that winged chariot
I cannot know sometimes where I am
I thought a single poem of Wordsworth
Is worth more forever
Than all my tens of thousands of words –

Life means so much
And moves in so many directions
On this Chol-ha-Moed Pesach
I feel joy and peace
But what does that mean
When the real words are in the distance
And belong to someone else?