My pen speaks
for the part of me that has no words,
no voice, no means of coming forward.
Like a magnet
it draws from me
gratitudes, complaints, observations,
even profound wisdoms.
It is my agent, my assistant,
my go-between. It connects
my inner and outer. It reveals
what is hidden, what lies
below.
What might I learn
from the whale, the snake,
the stream, the root,
and anything else that lives down under,
who has no agent,
nor need of one?
for the part of me that has no words,
no voice, no means of coming forward.
Like a magnet
it draws from me
gratitudes, complaints, observations,
even profound wisdoms.
It is my agent, my assistant,
my go-between. It connects
my inner and outer. It reveals
what is hidden, what lies
below.
What might I learn
from the whale, the snake,
the stream, the root,
and anything else that lives down under,
who has no agent,
nor need of one?