I am seeing poetry.

You think I’m inebriated

but the truth is I’m just intoxicated by the dictionary

I am seeing poetry right before my eyes

I feel it coursing through my veins

I hear it tap, tap, tapping on my eardrums

I smell it in the air like smoke from chimneys at Christmastime

I can taste it on my tongue

Its sweet like honey and spicy as Indian curry

I found it here

Lying in sidewalk cracks and spaces between sheets on makeshift tin roofs

There’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be

Than here

Finding the pieces of my heart I didn’t know were missing

Feeling stories wisp through the air as I meet the tired eyes of a widowed woman.

There’s no place I’d rather be

Than here

discovering the unsayable words found in granite dumps and tarp-walled illegal churches

There’s no place I’d rather be

Than here

Standing in a puddle formed through the combination of me and the sunshine

As I dig through souls to find the lovely in every one.

There’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be

Than here

Stabbing my heart with a pen to pull out the image-painting verbiage that is inside

Because it is beating poetry in all shapes and sizes

The world was built on lyrical commandments

That were God’s heart song

A flawless melody consistent, tried and true

It is well, it is well with my soul

Because He has been seeing and singing that it is good since the beginning of biological time

He is asking me to be His harmony

To breath out notes only I can vibrate

He wants me to match myself with other vocalists carrying complimentary ranges

The melody is already perfect

No addition necessary

Only He desires my flawsome vocalism  

So, I am seeking out His sacred stanzas and sheeted staffs  

In every crevice of language and spirituality

I am searching for His poetry

To sing until my lungs give out

Because

There’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be, there’s no place I’d rather be

Than here in His love, here in His love.

His music is divine and

I am seeing His poetry.