Words

Words.

Worlds of words.

They saturate my mind.

My universe.

I pluck them out of the air

and hold them in my heart,

in the silence of my room.

I hush them with meditation.

But they want to flow..

I miss the rainforest,

where all is blended with the sounds of insects,

the breath of trees, drops of renewal,

and distant humming of humans,

jaguars and ants.

Turn my words

into something I can touch.

So I can feel

this universe

I create.