Making of a Poetry Video Montage

I spent the morning wrapped in words, warm Blanketed In layers Buried in feathers Of birds That once flew Among Friends Climbing high Into the sky Buoyant On the winds. With the window Open The world Entered Fresh Alive And sunny Beckoning And from there I created Mixed the ingredients a stone milled Bread 30 sec of Wild Compassion And 14 sec of Somewhere in America Listening I was moved Also to write Not just that which inspired But of the pain I have been feeling Of late Freedom emerged From my ears Through my heart And out onto the page I mix in George Elliott Clarke and Shane Koycan Poets from Canada bringing Sweetness and crunch to this Concoction The recipe is not yet Complete The bread not yet in the oven I am enjoying mixing the Words and clips Enjoying the aroma emerging Reminding me of days gone by When my step-mom used to make her bread in Apple Juice cans Round and ribbed they would emerge Yet still delicious With peanut butter and jam By Sunday Eve It will be complete A masterpiece? Who knows But good enough to eat.