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

into joy


and portraits

Of the wonders

Of it all.


Poets, can I get a witness?


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