Poetry is a gauze of words
gently hefting aside the jealous lobes of self
which sit astride the soul.
While distracted by soothing abstraction -
the delighted captive there.
Like enchanted coins we have rolled in here
with tales flecked off the mother lode
of human experience
melted and running down the fault lines of time
that carry us so far apart
distilled now into the black blood of language.
Be still and let the words find you.