Looking for a Poem


i’m looking for a poem
you can find them everywhere
waiting in the school ground
on a recent-rain-soaked chair

there’s a poem in the laughter
and noise of children’s games
there’s a poem in the waiting
for a boy to call my name

finding poems in the dustbin
along with junk and broken toys
in wet pot plants, fallen biscuits
and the screams of running boys

i’m waiting and i’m listening
for my poem to make its sound
in this place that’s hardly silent
there’s a poem to be found

© 2016 mel irvine