The Poet's Occasional Alternative

I was going to write a poem 
I made a pie instead     it took
about the same amount of time 
of course the pie was a final
draft     a poem would have had some
distance to go     days and weeks and
much crumpled paper

the pie already had a talking
tumbling audience among small
trucks and a fire engine on 
the kitchen floor 

everybody will like this pie
it will have apples and cranberries
dried apricots in it     many friends
will say     why in the world did you 
make only one

this does not happen with poems

because of unreportable
sadness I decided to
settle this morning for a re-
sponsive eatership     I do not
want to wait a week     a year     a
generation for the right
consumer to come along

Grace Paley - Begin Again: Collected Poems