For the Love of Poetry

We seem surprised
as our children transform
our technical inventions
into social transparencies
that we kept locked in a drawer.

Distorted pictures
of famous private actions
were only printed in tabloids,
inventions of our inner desire
for superior feelings.

There is never a news event
exposing a child's poem
describing the joy of snowflakes
or a the thrill of a late evening
game of hide-and-seek.

Has Pandora's box been opened?
Have the contents been spilled
onto the internet for all to see,
for all to lament that our nature
is now a public poem.

Poetry as exposé, as unlocked diary
is like a growth hormone, real,
repetitive and strangely surprising
to those who have forgotten
their love of exploration.