Poetry Happens

when the water of words turns to wine.

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have I
been

here

of her being
she unknows
to know

divines her way
through a starless night
to listen

her self
into
one

each time
I seek

to name
myself

or
another

I make
mistakes

wings
wind

springs
river

I lose
momentum

when
I

Listen:

not above

not below

but

with me

January is
at the door
I am too
I live there
leave
come
become

Listen:

as still as still
can be

from the corner
of my bed

keeps on eye
on me

without a word
being said

rests me in
fidelity

wakes in me
simplicity