ANYTHING THAT FLOWS

You ask "Do you know 
who I am?" And I say 
that you are a poem 
whose sounds soothe my mind, 
whose rhythms quicken my heart, 
whose meanings mystify my soul.

Inside this poem is my Beloved, 
held there like water or grain or soil, 
like anything that flows. 
And it's the water of you, 
the grain of you, the soil of you 
I want to know.

Let me drink from your spring, 
make bread with your wheat, 
plant seeds in your earth. 
I offer you mine, for your thirst, 
for your hunger, for the beauty 
you bear into the world.

And as the forms dissolve
and we set the flows free, 
what poems once held 
is now safely contained 
in the common place
we come to encompass between us.


© 2003 by Richard W. Todd

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