right now
in a distant place and time and feeling
someone is writing a poem
this poem could be a storm
raging on and breaking the hulls of ships
swallowing people and blowing the crossbones flags
or
it could be a pink poem
streaked with bright yellows and dazzling greens
making people laugh and giggle with delight
i could stretch out my fingertips
and hear the bones crackle-
i could connect to a poet and... magic