Why Poetry
When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am
The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain
It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum
The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings
The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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