‘It will even be affirmed that much learning deadens or perverts poetic sensibility.’
T.S. Eliot

Sholeh Johnston
To Be Poetic

rain drains the grey sky deadened and hung-
over after a night full
the wind’s acute sensibility perverts
and whips the sea
waves clawing the air
for the seduction of their coveted globe
(no amount of learning or
strength of will
can change the temporality of such a lover)

centuries of love poetry have affirmed
that there is an undeniable attraction to
The Moon
(even wolves admit as much)