Stanza Writes Her Self

Woken from a sound sleep listening to the walls breathe sense something new on the cusp of my imagination island ears perking up feel like I am not alone hear the last five words of a poem ideas flickering from my bowels living poetry is difficult loving poetry easier I know a spirit guide is here wanting me to do something I wait for a sign poems nestle in my soul heart covert missives espousing a truth I do not recognize a complete stanza writes herself in my mind’s eye I shudder time to write my soul knows