The perfect poem is light as dust on a bat's wing, lonely as a single flea.
Like people and crows, the
perfect poem can remember faces and hold
grudges. It keeps its promises. The perfect
poem is not gold or lead or a garden gate
locked shut or a sail slapping in a storm.
The perfect poem is its own favorite toy.
It is not a state of mind or a kind of doubt
or a good or bad habit or a flower of any
color. It will not be available to answer
questions. The perfect poem is light as dust
on a bat's wing, lonely as a single flea.
~ Kaveh Akbar, from "The Perfect Poem" (Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 3, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets)