I have this need this desire this certain
walk along the park mentality
where  words fall from trees
the meanings from small animals
the sense , that creativity
art, if you will,
comes just from trying,
or walking along a riverbank in the beckoning
of a spring shower
or a thunderstorm
threatening to strike
all down with a whirlwind  tempest,
almost , but, words and loci
are much calmer, the aforementioned was but
feelings, I consider
every feeling , call it in,
consider it as reasonable
a second or two,
then reign the unmentionable into words,
strike the pose
as Poseidon,
blow wind  words  into the sails
of Genesis, into the breeze of
the mountains,
smoting verb snow covered every
mountaintop
the very verb filled valley
with uniqueness,
because,
I can.