i'm writing
the mother of all poems
a poem with a taste like late harvest wine
a poem with whiffs of smoke and loud bird calls
i'm writing
the mother of all poems
a poem that closes the schisms and binds like glue
one that makes you drowsy under the shade
and gives shape and size to your thirsts
i'm writing
the mother of all poems
a poem with the delicate poise of a ballerina in a tutu
and the raw energy of an entranced ethnic dancer in the tropics
driven by the booming sounds of a pulsating drum
i'm writing
the mother of all poems
soft to the touch like finest silk or velvet
restful like a wind that's been around the world and back
i'm writing
the mother of all poems
a poem that will say it all in a single definitive word
a poem whose cadence is a hypnotic chant for therapeutic sessions
i'm writing a poem for all people in all places for all time
so indeed they wait and hope to catch the word in their hearts