Poetry for the People Student Poem: KRIS BECKER

Dear One

By Kris Becker

 

If only you would

Be revealed to me, no more

Windows, no more opaque.

 

If only your skin

When I touch it would submerge

My doubt. Why do I doubt?

 

Because we kiss.

Because everything happens at once

(The rain, the fruit which splits in the rain).

 

Kris Becker lives in Port Townsend, Washington where she’s a community volunteer and consultant to non-profit organizations. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Syracuse University and enjoys grant writing, literature, gardening and traveling.