I am in the retreat, day sixteen
and I can’t get my mind off of anapest;
like an owl swooping down through the dark.
But I know in my heart,
in the deepest, most sanctified center
the word that is driving me crazy
is a fucking dactyl.
anapest is a dactyl
and, Jesus, dactyl is a trochee,
but trochaic is an amphibrach.
Don’t get me started on the iamb,
because I am just trying to breathe.
© Jim Gourley, 2009