A poem is unknown
A poem is a whisper
Unfolding like an open leaf
of lettuce in a crisper

A poem is outgrown
From all that we’re shown
And flown through the skies of wide-minded

A spark in the dark of a whispering heart
A light in the land of the blinded

A poem is a passage through catacomb rock
A hole in the swallowing trees
The simplest way to pick and unlock
The trick of the human inease

A poem is the roaming of ocean crush foaming
To speak of a peek of the stars

A poem is as simple as telling the world
It’s beautiful just cause it’s ours