Dear, Words

Thank you

for wrapping my thoughts up in bows

you give the inanimate life and sound

You draw the lines, you set the stage, 

you build up in beautiful ways

for the way you move

you join together, you set apart, you open doors and set things free 

you dance your way into my heart and make a way for me to see 

you wrestle, there, in your effortless way & cause me to ask more

you change me and charge me until I’m no longer the same anymore

for the pictures you paint, for the stories you write

you bring joy to the comings and goings,

the dark and the light

the pain and healing, the vivid and dull 

you make it far better, you make it more full

for teaching me to listen, for teaching me to learn

you kindle a need to create, to burn

for letting me be known

you bring the inner out to light and show what need be shown

you’re everything, you’re nothing

sometimes you don’t show up

sometimes you help to hide

but there is a solace you provide

sometimes you bring deception and sometimes you bring defeat 

but then I sit in silence and see i need you like my own two feet

You, the great carrier—

of destruction and of life

bringing water just as easily as you bring knife.

let me see you as you are

containing both the simple and bizarre.

I try to weigh you pound for pound 

you, the great carrier, are in the business making things found.