I found this one scrawled in my HUM 103 teaching notes. I cannot remember when I wrote it, although with this set of notes it would have had to have been within the last three years...I think. There is no title on it.
A poet is to take the unspeakable
and gently place it into
the container of words.
The ocean in a jar
both is and is not.
For that within is an image,
with a longing to return.
So the words that circumscribe
Partake and like the salty brine
cause the water and the drinker
To long for communion where they
are not lost
But have their fullest place.