When you stumble into a poem,
life—your life—is suddenly
Lit Up. Exactly what it was—
only the angle
shifts, and tumbles you
into a brand new world.
All day, you can open this drawer in your mind,
remember the lamplight before dawn,
scent of morning coffee,
the cat anxious to be on the other side
of any door, while you write.
Later,during ordinary gray
bits of the day, find yourself
Smiling, the air filled with lavender.
