Foolishly upon
Finishing my
Writing
I am
Relieved
Released from
The ache
Of words
Yet my
Mind once
Sated longs
For ideas
As though
The embrace
Of a
Lost lover
Foolishly upon
Finishing my
Writing
I am
Relieved
Released from
The ache
Of words
Yet my
Mind once
Sated longs
For ideas
As though
The embrace
Of a
Lost lover
Draw
Pierce
Question
Wink
Laugh
Shush
Look
Drill
Arouse
Provoke
Believe
Warrant
Tickle
Taunt
Succumb
Think
Yield
Fountainhead
Unmask
Nakedness
Occurring
At
That
Miraculous
Place
Between
What
Is
And
What
Is
Not
It is
Squeezed
Into a
Glass
From
Which
We
All
Drink
Tree
Shore
Lagoon
Snow
Leap
Flutter
Push
Climb
Soar
Dive
Rise
Float
Linger
Dip
Drop
Catch
Return
Nest
Share
Allow
Protect
Birds
As
Words
Crouched
Creek’s
Edge
Spying
Tadpoles
Wag
Dip
Scoop
Cup
Withdraw
Imagine
They
As
Words
Ready to
Become
Something
Else