It rained so hard
I was carrying around
word droplets in my shoes,
shaking them from my hair and jacket, watching them gather in shallow pools of speech all around my feet. I can dip my toe and come back with a sentence sliding down my skin with moisturizing conversation. If I open my mouth to the sky and stretch my wings, hands upraised, I will gather the letters into a little pile and knit them into a distinctive hat you can wear in the falling words to remind you
I am a sound upon
your lips
and a full-length novel
in your heart
I found this exquisite poem, by Karen Bowles, and just had to share. There is more coming but for the moment, I’m letting the poem stand mostly on its own.
For those who wish to know more, the poem comes from the website Luciole Press ...La Luciole is French for “The Firefly.”
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