THE POETIC DRIFTER

A poem here
A poem there

Another poem
Or a book of
Poems that won’t
Pay the bills

But here I am

After all these
Years somewhat famous
And well read

In journals
And in online
Magazines

But not rich
And never will be

Never expected to be
Or looked for money or
Fame in the 1st place

Because I
Just liked writing, being,
Reading & hearing
Other poets work

Still doing
What I’m supposed
To be doing on
This earth

Writing for no
Other audience
But my own

A writer

A poetic drifter
Stuck in
The 21st century
Where only the few truly
Appreciate your art

But I’m ok
I’m fine with that

Because
Oneday for
Whatever reason after
All of this is over
All of this is gone

Hopefully
Some kid stuck
In detention at a
High school will
Pick up one of my
Books

And get inspired
And start writing

In another time
& Place

And maybe they
Will become all
The things that us
Poets just
Always dreamed of

The next Kerouac
Kaufman or Keats

Bowie or Maya Angelou

The next poetic
Drifter or a part
Of some beautiful movement

That changes this
World

For the better

The poem
The poet
A legacy

Unto
Itself

~ R.M. Engelhardt
© 2026

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