by Joe Bisicchia

I wonder what to make of you, 
but am I your maker?
Are you mine?

Sometimes it’s hard to see 
which one of us shall speak.
Well, let me ask this of you:
Would your maker trade
for stuck hands and feet  
so that yours would be free?

A maker who would make that
would be some maker indeed.
Whoever that Maker makes, 

put me in that made category.

Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written three published collections of poetry, as well as over two hundred individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. His website is

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