I have these thousands of words
jostling each other at the back of my head,
trying to force their way out
in a certain order, a particular pattern;
trying to express something.
What?
And every so often a combination of them
will be expelled  in an unexpected way,
after we roll them around our head
as though they were candy
rolling around our palate,
being tested for flavour,
for consistency,
for shape.
Toying with them,
teasing them, denying them their natural
conclusion.
Sometimes we feel frightened,
we feel threatened,
we are fearful
that we may reach the end
of an exhilarating experience.
And then the candy dissolves,
the words force themselves into consciousness,
and are revealed in a form that
in fact
enhances our experience,
provides  a new sight to every sound,
a new flavour to every consistency,
a new pattern to every thought.
And we call it poetry.