Great Poetry

Great poetry does not attract people who love poetry.It attracts people who long to ride atopThe crest of the Great Wave of Truth,To lace their fingers in its maneAnd let it carry them naked, bareback and frightenedTo where they know not.And rarely is it sought by suchBut must sneak its way into their lives from unexpected sources:A movie, an advertisement, a song.And then it haunts them ever after with the thoughtThat they have seen, have heard, the Truth once spokenAnd can never again pretend that they have not.