TO THE PEOPLE ASKING WHAT WILL I DO

The best things in life
I have not felt that I made an effort
I did not plan

I simply WAS the thing
Poetry flows like water and love and
tears and blood (from my soul, from my
heart, from my mind)

It was no effort to caress her perfect body,
spread my wings and fly with her spirit,
join the running river of her mind

(suddenly I was in a summer meadow
in the mountains of Quebec)