When we return to our poetry
we can feel again
music filters into us
rhythms forgotten
vibrate in our hearts
mist drizzles out of our eyes
our skin; we become damp
we can smell our scent again
we touch others
we allow others to touch us
we listen
Is that you God, Goddess, Buddha, Great Spirit
that whispers
that guides
that breathes in and through us
that leads me to you
you to me
for a moment
before we change
into a mystery
at the end of our poem.....?
Rozanna Landavazo copyright November 2011
