Human Poetry

After you made me

reconsider all wonders

in the world

I come back to my page

with more ideas

I can explain

the endless well

of my spirit

you crack me open

and I am so grateful

to have this art

dripping out of me

pouring slowly

I can hear

the sound of water

entering a glass

after a week without drinking

you coax truth from my pen

I am not a poet

but human poetry

you leave me open

ready to create

reaching places

I could have never found

without you