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