If The Poems Keep Flowing

IF THE POEMS KEEP FLOWING If the poems keep flowing And the metaphors ripen on the trees And the dreams say words even they do not understand And all life in sound becomes a magical prescence of music If all good things come in this process of writing And my silence is forever stricken from the record of Time Then why and how and where and must will I become again Carry me along taddy like you done at the toy fair? So after all the years of reading Lost too in the flow of the words of others Unable to hear myself without hearing them Because all other poets are the poet I am and would be And all I take in me slowly memorizing line by line phrase by phrase word by word Is a kind of blessing Which even this hushed hearing now cannot really explain Or take away on the river of lost light forever Shabbat Shalom.