what you can't bottle

why do we do it?
grab at a live wire,
get ready to spill
all those sweet sounding
notes into the deadened night -
dragging quite a burden
for a few manic moments,
the space between beats
where we might all get lost
grabbing around in
the dark for what feels like
waves rippling through water


I know you've got
the heart of a poet!
I love your pretty words
and wild sylables
that jump from throat to throat-
there is no world if you don't
describe it, flesh it out and
sing
these creation songs

I take it on faith that
meaning is seperate,
and poetry is using
the wind right,
and you're just as much
a force of nature