by Michael Keshigian
Two days ago the sun caught me stealing light
to illuminate a poem, demanded restitution,
then reported me to Mother Nature
who posted my likeness about the land.
Soon, the ocean, forest, birds, flowers, et. al.
filed suit for substantial abuse
and complacent philandering without permission.
I pleaded guilty;
admitted taking breath from wind for deliverance,
marshmallows from the sky to sweeten song,
and rage from the ocean to instill a sense of urgency.
Convicted and confined to a windowless room,
no writing, visitation or glimpses of stolen sights,
I was sentenced to imagine beauty
and the wholesale exploitation of words.