Ouch. Another Poem.

It is like I stub my imagination on a poem.
The poem chooses me just as much as I choose it.
| feel all the bumps and cracks and see the poem for what it is.
I have to know it or I cannot write about it.
I see my reflection in it
as it relates to my life.
Once I have got to know it
I release the poem into the world by writing it down on paper
so other people see it and feel it and
maybe understand.
This is how the ripples happen.
This is what my poetry feels for me.
full stop.