I feel over taken
taken over
her voice carries over and under
through any word or tongue tap I try to take
I have had strong things good things worthwhile things
enter my head my heart can tell stories
assist on this way through
I have had conversations joint explorations
floated half-formed ideas across the table
to have them picked up and molded
then fed back to me in greatest of care
this nub of insight shared and scratched over rubbed into form
form the greatest connections
her tongue babbles on
I gently hold my hand in my minds eye
remembering
as the mystics practice
the slow running stream passing by