Under a rock

To explain a poem is to kill it.
To look for writer intent is to restrain it.
Once sent out,
It lives of itself.

Do not ask me to explain a poem,
For I will scoff at your simplicity.
Do not seek a message,
For you will receive only what is created in your own mind.

Ask my young son to explain his magic trick,
He will tell you it would no longer be magic.
Even a child understands this.

I will not stand behind my poem and deconstruct it for small minds.

What I send out is only part of what will be.
Create with it or send on to another.
Do not slaughter and return to my feet.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
05 February 2013