Like You Are
It doesn’t seem to matter when,
As long as it occurs, all time
Of the day and night, these
Letters seem to find themselves
In my post.
Posted under my very nose,
Posted under the rose bush,
Under the corner of the potting shed,
Always finding their way in.
Not even sleep keeps them at bay,
Like a howl at the moon
Their iridescence illumes my eyes.
When words desire you, when
Communication is present,
You wake up no matter.
Sitting here, up in this tree,
Or even on top of the post office bldg.,
It matters not the address, you are
Suddenly lit up with the incandescence
Of what a word is, how it moves to you.
No matter the day or night and the hours
In between, you are dug out of bed,
Or out of the garden, or away from
Some previous plan,
And find yourself planted inside of.
That’s right, inside of the very thing.
Every very thing is unique, like you,
And all the stars.