someone said,
poetry is like a drop of rain
it falls so lightly
that you don’t even notice it
even slightly.
I said, “really?”
poetry, for me,
like any other kind of writing
once the pen hits the paper
we can turn dead things
alive, anything is possible.
it could be a drizzle
it could be a thunderstorm
it could be a sink hole, a wildfire, a sprinkle,
a volcano, a hurricane, a tsunami,
or it could be a warm spring breeze.
so please don’t tell me,
poetry is for the lighthearted
the tiniest interaction
between microscopic chemicals
made our universe possible.
t.l.
Tsunami of Words 