Taste of Words

Squeeze yourself into The empty space that lies Between here and there. Now and then, we and they, In the breath between Skin and bone, heart and blood Mind and soul, In the sliver of light Between bark and tree, Hide and hair, And black and blacker. Slip through the cracks Into the mystic otherworld Where thoughts and ideas, Unfettered by time and place, Climb into gnarly word trees And drop plump, ripe phrases Into waiting hands and laps. Tongue-tingling words fall From the branches and Roll in the grass Like apples and oranges, While pomegranate phrases Are yours for the tasting