I don’t rely

On inspiration but

Rather upon others

There are and

Have been in

My life a

Very few that

Like a fisherman

Reeling in a

Swordfish allowing it

To struggle and

Fight trying to

Flee and eventually

Caught pull the

Words from me

Like that hook

That I took

In order for

Me to be

And they being

Who they are

Resulting in these

Things called poetry

It is they

That make me

And not me

That make them

The ability to

Choose well is

Not just reserved

For humans for

Like an acorn

Which leaps and

Lands bounces and

Buries we too

Do the same

Into the arms

Of one another

Sometimes sprouting and

Sometimes dying and

Sometimes loving living

Or living loving