Falling Into A Poem

Falling into a Poem

Tripping along
over your words
accents to ride
like waves
crashing over ideas

There are so many grains of sand
indistinguishable on the beach
until you bend, scoop, and pick,
isolate one to look at closely
there may be a microscopic statue
smaller than the needle of an eye

I wheedle I need to needle
this idea through
my noodle beyond a doodle
one accent syllable, one non
dactyl or anabastic bliss
lending an outline to the guts of the operation

what could be better than this

it all rests upon one reality:
look close and there is Alice;
whom you’d thought you’d inhaled.

by Sheila Feb. 18, 2009
edited Nov 2, 2011