Poetry

I believe everyone has a bit of magic in them.

For myself, it’s a special knack for finding lost things.

Sunglasses, the other shoe, a sentimental piece of jewelry…

They whisper their locations in my ear,

Just waiting, hoping to be found.

It’s like that with my writing.

The words are all somewhere,

Just waiting, hoping to be pulled into place.

I don’t create poetry,

I simply find it.