Owned And Only

You can not steal the part of me reserved for poetry It wiggles out of a slipknot hold to escape and dash away freed It climbs trees and rolls downhill catches a nap in a coneflower field You cannot own the part of me reserved for poetry It is tucked away on a dusty shelf near bound books of golden rhymes treasured trusted mine All bravely bundled in braided silk strands those words that were gifted wings whimsy wise mine You cannot change the part of me reserved for poetry a blowing gale so unexpected a coyote cry at night the fluttering of hummingbird wings all to move my deliberate pen Each day I grow one inch taller in the stand of poetry A traveler who tends more to wander another mile on down the road to where the next path leads You cannot dim the part of me reserved for poetry It is sunlight bending into the sea frost on my windowpane a fleeting glance at some stranger's smile and music magic mine