I
want
to
write
a
poem
today;
I
want
to
feel
inspired.
I
want
to
write
a
poem
today;
I
want
movement
to
roll
out
beneath
me
as
I
step
forward.
I
want
to
write
a
poem
today;
I
want
my
cells
absorbed
by
their
own
mystery,
the
shedding
and
the
multiplying.
I want to write easily,
while we
shed and
multiply,
share and
tell
the knowing
that experiences ushered.
I want to share and
listen as you
tell me things.
I want to.
I’ve wanted to.
I will want to.
this
is
a
poem
I’m
writing
while
I
miss
you.
The way
my cells
shed
and multiply
only to experience
it all again.