There’s something magical about poetry.
Everytime you don’t
write it down, it happens
to be the best.
and then sometimes when you do,
it just comes out like a jumble
of crashing waves.
It always comes to you when
you’re just not quite ready
and some of us even have to drag it
back in by its run-away tail.
But the other magical thing about poetry
is that not only
is it in everything, but
there’s nothing it’s not!