It was when poetry first
walked itself through my ears,
that I knew something had
changed

It was not as drastic as
"The grass seemed much greener"
But you notice something
Smiles, maybe -
faces look different.

Poetry, it walked through my ears,
passed my brain,
and slid itself through the tunnels
of my body,
leaving its mark on each individual
*****:
a stain of something different.

I felt poetry move through my being like a
hissing snake,
flicking its pink tongue at the ends of
my limbs,

And then finally,
poetry made its way into the center,
and instead of hissing,
it whispered,
and my whole body answered.

Poetry walked itself through my ears,
and poetry,
it landed in my heart.