All That I Have Poem by Julia Luber

I wonder sometimes if some other poets have the same secret that I have.
I have read certain poems by certain authors that seem to manifest a use
of the same unmentionable trick that I use sometimes- and I am headstrong
on keeping this little trick a secret. I don't know if I have disclosed my little
trick accidentally in one of the poems I already wrote. I don't know if my insin-
uations have been that bold and brave, and trusting of course too-near a
flag of * I'm blanking the word. It's a word from childhood. We use to use
it in the swimming pool playing Marco Polo. Remember that game. I can
practically hear the yells of children, somehow toned down by the abundance
of water and how the air wave frequency has been cut in half; with half the
waves simply dissolving into water, and never heard from again. But the other
half of the hollering game might have made us all a bit unaware of how
loud we might be speaking in real life when it is that we are playing some kind
of game in how we inform others of something hidden in the tone.Maybe
the warning bell has been muted a bit. But sometimes I still feel like I am
playing Marco Polo in my life. But that is not the trick I use to write poetry.
That, that trick-I can not give it away. Sometimes I feel like it is all that I have.