Your words get caught in reeds within your mind,
Released at random, drifting in the flow;
Cascading, tumbling, jostling as they find
An outlet that will finally let them go.

But oh, my love, what wondrous words they are!
They speak of life’s injustices and slings,
The beauty of a ray of light, a star,
A hummingbird’s light battering of the wings.

I long to twist, dugong-like, in that world,
And snap at thoughts as they go bobbing past;
Construct a pliant reed-raft, water-pearled,
And bear them to a shore where they will last.