I must be connected to journals

and bath tubs

to paper and water

to trees

and oceans

where our insides are captured

in shape and in spirit

where we are cleansed and soothed

rocked and formed.

I must be connected to pens

and rivers

where words and lines flow

or burst furiously

or trickle playfully

down my soul

or just roll

silently

pour peacefully,

overflow

ceaselessly…

-ZGDaniel

8/5/17