Poem for Friday: My Mind Flows With Words

by Ananthi Parekh

My mind flows with words;

it lives and breaths their sounds.

It wonders at their power to create

smiles and coax out frowns,

it marvels at their ability

to make us feel and taste and touch

and yet all of this while never

leaving our bedsheets' gentle clutch.

These words can take you by the hand

and steal you down streets and roads and paths.

They can tumble you through doorways and

into another family's hearth,

you can trust these marking on skeletal wood

to expire and inspire your mind.

They give us the rare opportunity to leave

our mundane world behind.

So yes, my mind flows with words;

that of others and many and my own,

because through an art that breaches  language and speech

I have found my very own home.