Where Poems Come From

Sometimes poems wash on 
Over me
Like a cold, unyielding storm
The beautiful disaster
Of umbrellas lost
Replaced by words
That fall to know the way

Sometimes poems break through
Into me
Like a warm, unseeable light
The undeniable bliss
Of galaxies born
Retold by words
That burst to laugh and play

Sometimes poems never 
Come at all
Like a thank you or a please
The unspoken love
Of excuses made
Renewed by words
​That come another day