poems live

Poems live
Between the airplanes and birds
Between clouds and air far too heavy to breathe
Floating flat
Condensed
Above land
Safe
In the stratosphere
Mimicking the
Rhythm of the birds song
And the rumble of the aircraft
Poetry is ethereal
Language leaking from minds
of the ancient and newborns alike
When quiet enough
I hear whispers from this world
Where words live
And dance
And sing
And dream
And juggle truths and
Half truths and emotions
Inside itself
Outside our destructive healing grasp
They are the fabric of dreams
Always
Forever waiting
For us to rise to them