WE ALL ARE
we all are poets.
we each sing our own tune...
comes up through the blood,
pulses in the soles of our feet,
shimmies up our arms and limbs,
spangles along the byways of our arteries,
we all are poets, if we let ourselves be so,
we all sing, each to our own and all tune and tunes,
we all sing songs each day, the spine tingles we sing
earlobes prickle, we are saxophones tin drums xylophones
and trombones we are guitars strum and headlong rush
of blood into the beating of the wood brush fog
we each taste and choose and lick and ponder
we all are poets - we all wonder.