Words

Gather words like wild flowers,

Melt them in your mouth like snow,

Find them on bathroom doors and corner stores

of the places that you go.

Wait ’till they settle in your palm

Or run the world to chase them down,

Catch phrases dropped by passers by

Before they shatter on the ground.

Find words that roar and words that whisper,

Words to tear the skies apart,

Words that speak both to the cosmos

And the hidden corners of your heart.

And then press them between pages

Or spin them into thread,

Weave them in and out of silence

To sew the things you most want said.

Spill every word you have collected,

Make it messy, make it neat,

And when there’s no more words within you

Pick yourself up and repeat.