Funny...

Funny how one small moment can spark so much! A recent conversation sparked a friend of mine to write a poem. A line from that poem caused me to remember a poem I had written years ago... That memory sent me on a wild goose chase, frantically searching through old journals to find said poem! And then, when I finally found it, the line I thought I remembered writing was not even the line I actually wrote!
However, all this fervor over poetry, all the re-reading of journals, all the late-night inspiration, all the searching for the perfect line... It brought me back to life! It sparked in me that love of creation... The love of watching a poem sprout and grow and blossom into something before your eyes, when you never even realized you had been carrying the seed of it in your mind for years!
I have not felt this way for a long while. To feel that excitement renewed, to regain interest in the one thing that's sustained me all my life, is a blessing beyond measure!
Since the line in my old poem was not, after all, what I remembered it to be, and since I like to think I've honed my craft a bit since that day in my 19th year, I will here share a revised version of the poem...

To One in Space
(For Dawn)

Speaking to herself
in riddles,
like Rilke...
Alone she sits,
a cat on a pedestal
all sleek-muscle
and non-chalant,
basking in hot light,
drowning in the tsunami
of my sea.
She reads aloud to me of
secrets of the heart.
Her voice reaches out-
quicksilver high,
grasping at
my mind, my heart,
my soul, newly alive!

Ah, I think that
I love...