Poems ✍️

and that day
eighty words woke up, listened to each other,
smiled, joined hands,
danced in a ring

and as they danced around and round
the space inside the circle
became magic
the earth flowed
into a brightness in the air
which in its space
became sound

the words dancing
left a ring in the grass
in the sound of a poem

then returned home
to where words rest
in stillness and in silence
until called upon
to waken fresh