This is my poem about visitors

this is my poem about visitors

--they stayed for almost a month, all of us crammed together--

and this is the poem I am trying to write

to say how this May

so crammed with family and love and joy

reminded me of what matters

so this is the poem I'm writing about our visitors

but I'm discovering there's no way to convey

how delightful it is so to show my world to people

who are as enchanted by it as I am

and how delightful it is to take from my oven foods they will devour

and to wake every morning in my living room, 

to two smiling kids

who slept under the stairs in my little flat

this is the poem that can't say anything really

about love 

and how sad I am to see them go

nor does it describe all the things we've seen

or the tragic fates we've narrowly escaped

or the calories consumed

this is the poem that is all I can say

about having them here until today