Garden of Inspiration

With my ladle

I am pouring poetry

over you to heal you

I watch the pain lines ease

at the corners of your mouth

and I plunge my own hands

into the bucket

and watch the abrasions 

become whole again.

You see, I had a dream

and when I woke up

my heart had been healed 

so ever since I have been trying 

to repay the debt

using poetry and my hands 

to sew the seeds of life and art

that the garden of your inspiration 

may flourish again

and be abundant.

Not every poem

is a vehicle of restoration 

some are made to wake you up

out of the sleep of apathy 

some are made to teach 

hard lessons

putting your soul on the ground

under the feet of other people 

doesn’t help them to walk 

you must find another way

to be a protector.

In the pool of visions

beauty resolves into being

that is your gift 

capturing and drawing forth

to reveal moments of truth

therefore 

trust that the air, the water

will speak to you

in the right hour.