GOING TO THE SOURCE
It’s not that I have something I must say
That gets me going when I write a verse;
It’s rather that I put my mind in play
To find what beat and rhyme and wit disburse.
A notion or a hint will prompt a line
That sets me on a trek to seek where next
To turn, while the emergence of design
Grows clearer still as thought with thought connects.
Each poem that emerges then becomes
A celebration of the interplay
Between a curious intellect that plumbs
My brain, and something else that finds the way.
To meet that source of this covert design
Is why I write and where my hopes incline.