A Poem You've Read

You know when you’ve read a poem
Not by its questionable rhyme
Nor its disdain for punctuation
And complete disregard for time

Not by its love for the ordinary
Nor its refusal to stay on the page
Not by its willingness to hold you
While you break free from Maya’s cage

Not by its rare discernment
Nor its way for making you think
Not by its need to meet you
While your soul steps out to drink

You know when you've read a poem
When you have no wish to speak
For the words that came upon you
Said what your heart told you last week