What is the weight of a poem?

What is the weight of a poem?

What color is it?

It can’t fix your car.

Poetry is a waste of time

For those who cannot hear it.

The ears on their heads are open

But the ears in their hearts are closed,

Not because they are deaf, but rather because they don;t listen

Even to the beautiful poetry of their own being—

The rhythm of the heart;

The sound of breath.

Or the rush of a breeze in the trees,

Missed because we are in a rush.

Without hearing the poetry of the world,

One ambles through the maze of our being--

A soul with one arm tied behind its back

And asked by life to lift a heavy weight with one hand.

Without poetry, you can read the notes,

But never hear the music.