Diving deep into the place where words are born
I bring those infant treasures to the Surface and the Light
Not even sure myself what they will be,
In love with the dive, and the thrill of the new
I return again and again from the depths
With pieces of the bounty that is yours, mine, and ours
brought back to shore, I shape them
Of the wonders
Of it all.
Poets, can I get a witness?