poets write
the words you
whisper to your
self in solitary
confinement
or when you’re
being tortured, or
when your child
is busy being
born.
poets are
always dreaming up
clouds
& talking to
trees,
& telling true
stories of
is,
but &
maybe.
the poet preaches
the sacrament of
marriage with the
earth &
sky
with hope,
love &
pain.
listen to
the cadences
of your
heart
in the holy
cathedral of
silence.
we know
the truth when
the truth has
found its
voice.