We write poems, you and I.

We’re a team.

For I only write the things I hear you say,

Or things the great cosmos

Whispers to me in dreams at night.

Even as personal as it might seem,

The poem I try to copy down

In the morning before I wake too much

Has been overheard by me.

Something the luminous consciousness muttered

While slipping into its clear overcoat.

Nothing can hide the shine

Of creation.

I hope it glows through 

In these words you said you thought you thought,

These words that I wrote back to you.

We write poems, you and I.

Yes, we do.

-jenn