Like the ebb and flow of a gentle tide
the words sweep over me -
carrying me to where heart and mind converge,
until I am captured in their purpose.
And would I fail to write at this fluent meeting,
their message and meaning would fall adrift -
without course, or even thread, that I might follow
and regain them.
So in rendering penned expression,
I unveil that place in me of their creation -
where others are awaiting birth.