I find solace in old poets

I find solace in old poets.

Poets who wrote

before these times.

They remind me that-

nothing worth feeling

hasn’t been felt before

everything worth feeling

is worthy of expression

I am not new-

still, I am 

I have not changed
unrecognisably-

even a world

in upheaval

does not change

its upheaving

all that much

They remind me that-

this world is human

because we 

preserved

and distilled

experience

in small 

airtight 

jars

of words

spaces

and colour

all beautiful things

are poetry

because
poetry
is

what makes the mind

stir and 

shimmer

like the moon 

in water

held by 

cupped hands

poetry is not a choice

it is necessity

for creating 

for preserving 

for being

They remind me that-

we are not alone-

the past

always gives

the present company

the present is 

another poem

waiting to

console a future- 

"we are here because,

       we are here because,
we are here"

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