(I am learning to let the words be)

To slip into the cracks in the wall
Squeeze into that place between 
the physical world of sharp edges and angles
and
Dream with it curves and soft spirals;
the ripples of rain in the pond.

Poems live in this space.

Exist
Inbetween.

what is said and what we can never say.
but speaks between the pauses just the same.

I am learning to give up control.

to have faith 
that I do not need:
to crowd 
to explain
to analyze every nuance.

but instead trust that you are ready to receive them as intended

if not by me, 
then
by the universe itself.