Poems have a funny feeling, especially before they start,
A weakness, a pull, a longing in the heart,
To give words to something that is just a part,
Of greater unknown,
Poems have a funny feeling, like tears trying to get out,
The steam of life’s hottest moments, gathering at the spout,
Their release is like a shout,
Of laughter,
And when the tears, and cries, and giggles,
Have all run out of ink,
Only sleepiness remains, and feeling,
That knowing is a little closer.