my pages are prepped for adventure,
my pages are patterned for poetry.
i should have said that before.
the pen + the heart have met, here.
i have been waiting for this moment.
the far-off eye-catch. the initial hello.
it's only a matter of time. let's dance while we wait.
oh, the spin of thought that makes me
has been set free, allowed to play with others,
called on for its opinion. criss-cross the color wires
and i'll have a helping of humble pie,
ankles relaxed into flight
while the hand + the head do the work.