I love reading poetry
getting filled by
a single prodigious line
that can
and does
captivate me for days
fleshy tears of strong leaves
pushing up into air*
unfurls something in me
a connection
to another time, space, experience
soul
where words
written in another lifetime
and sent into the ether
to hover and dance
in other people’s
hearts and minds
until it is time
for them
to visit me
how transcendent
to think of my words
written on this page
in this moment
of grief and longing
having the chance
to stroll into
another person’s
heart
to touch, to nudge
to heal
to connect
like these words
did
for me
*From the poem, What’s Left by Kerry Hardy, from the collection, The Emergency Poet by D. Alma.
