whilst strolling on the street one day,
guess what occurred to me.
a little poem, all alone
cried out violently.
it said "ma'am, i'm scared.
the universe threw me out
i'm not arrogant, but quick and swift
i will die by tonight, no doubt.
"for you see, the heavens opened up
and let me drop and fall.
i guess i was a love too big
or perhaps a sky too small."
of course i picked it up : a gift!
and dare to look it in the face.
i took and locked it in my heart:
a wilder yet safer place.
one day i decided to let it go
and it left me a gracious note;
it sang its death, it cried its joy;
that tender thing i wrote!