My Favorite Poem

You don't know it,

but sometimes I go to a hill 

that overlooks the landscape of city lights.

For a sip of momentary grace

on this brink of everything I know

I can gain

an eyeful of the last Atlanta

in the human soul

and a breath that fills up my lungs between the stars.

If right now 

you were to capture this elation 

in the framework of your mind

or find transcendence through these wors

then at most you would know nothing

of the beauty your existence throws to me

for mine is a love no experience 

not thought, no measure, no words 

could ever degrade into reality by virtue degree

- Shawn Hunter