I cannot be a poet if I forget The Right Word.
The lexicon in my brain, diminishing, I try out
letters of the alphabet,each one in turn, in my search
for a word I knew was there, rehearsing sounds in my head.
But still I am confounded. If I can try to relax,
to attend to something else, subconsciously discovered
it may emerge from the mind’s soup
Like life reborn, The Right Word.