I watched the professor from the back
of the room lecture about the depth
of poetry, how its deep diction intensified
within your veins, its raw rhythms
an igniting burst of energy filling the air,
a genius creation of massive equations,
shifting chemistry, every perimeter a distinct
kingdom of greatness and glittering mountains.  

Her dark brown eyes studied the various
expressions on her student's faces,
most deeply engaged and jotting
down notes, sifting inside the windows
of delight, the spinning light of dreams
running in exhilarating escapes.  

Her smooth cheeks shifted in different
degrees, iridescent lips moving in
an upbeat motion, her hands making
slight gestures every second, as I sat
in my seat taking in all the marvelous
teachings.

And as I stared at her poised presence,
her body a wave of compassion and thought,
knowledge and power, truth and reason,
a waterfall of high beating rhymes singing
in the sky, there was meaning in her
vivid words.

The slick and well-crafted inventions.  
the orchestrated alliteration and metaphors
rising beyond brilliance.  The perfect seas
of similes swimming in satisfaction.  The
splendor and glorious personification.
Everything was exquisite and profound.

And as I continued listening to her
speak, there was a sudden spark
that touched my heart, a gleaming
constellation of galaxies swirling
towards infinity.  I could feel the
spectacular poet inside of me coming
to the surface, a changed man born
again into a world of new beginnings.