Ah, but the poem came with such ease!
Trickled down like water
dripping from the eves
Poured out from the storehouse
of my memory
like children at play on a summer’s day
Stirred, sweetened with delight
like milk spiraling signals in a coffee cup
Being shaped and shaping me
slipping from my tongue
a feather’s caress
on the eardrum
of the world
Echoing a blue sky
and a bright sun
like morning—
a clear day after night’s rain
Sounding like a river surging
in the mountains in early spring
Sounding like the cardinal—
that ever-urging signal
towards awakening
The back and forth
of a search and a finding,
always keeping safe
that love for every word
written across the page.
written across the page.
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