when words leave
as tears from the corner of my eye
when letting go of words
means that 
letters land on paper 
in a land of their own,
or as a feather
or as the color of heather
and there and then 
transform into 
the wild woman’s wisdom,
my poems as the language of birds,
a fleeting moment 
as a picture in words 

this is where 

we give more than we take
we give our words
almost like an oath
to create beauty from
the seemingly mundane
or the unbearably hard

we weave 
for we know 
there is magic to be found