A Pause

A pause

a moment

If given

In time

I will find the words that ring truest

To the call in my heart

To the fever in my warmth

At times

A desperate attempt to articulate

A concrete feeling into understanding

You call it abstraction

And It feels like clarity

A delay to present something constructed

Is not the way I see it…

Because these words flow free

And upon prompted expectations,

I get lost…

But let me loose in the safe space of my call

And on point you will find me.