A FLOW STATE

Browsing poetry archive, I realized 

I’m out on a limb, a paralyzed one.

I don’t even have a voice for my

Verse if that’s what you call it.

I cant find my voice among the verses.

Will you gift to me your voice so I can

Lilt a rhyming song and not have a flat

Hyphenated broken word, without

Rise and fall.

I cant even remember how my words

Worked in you, all ego now is egoless.

I need a little bit of hope, for my words

To pick me up and warble a warbler’s

birdsong, full-throated joy.

Let my words rise in you, to roll

Them of your tongue like going

Into a flow state, non-being

Realm of possibility.