Writing a Sestina
I only write one line. That’s all I have to write.
I keep the meter tight. No need to run across the line-ends.
Each is clear, and each one stands alone.
So each one stands alone, I only write one line.
The line ends. It is clear that that’s all I have to write.
No need to run across the meter, keep it tight.
The meter is kept tight so each one stands alone.
I need to bear my cross and write the only line I ever had to write.
The line ends. It is clear the line ends. It is clear the meter is kept tight.
And all I have the right to do is stand alone and write
the only line I need. To bear my cross I need to run across the line
-ends. It is clear I have but one right line, whose meter is too tight.
I know to stand alone It must be exactly right.
It must be exactly right, with no need to run across another line.
Alone, the line ends it. Is clear meter just too tight?
It’s all I can write. One line– I write across the page, alone, struggling to be clear, clinging tightly to the pen through just one last line.