~A Chemical Reaction~

Poems are puzzle pieces waiting to be reunited
A fading meaning waiting to be discovered
Dots in the sky waiting to be connected

But the true hand painted puzzle, the uncanny constellation
The mystery waving behind the exclamation mark
The riddle devoted to the risk of exposure
That is no other than the poet himself

He is a well stirred mixture of tears and soil that is trying to decode itself
by blinking at the palms of its creator

He is a soothing breeze that is trying to hold its breath while the world spins
and swirls between its fingertips in a jestingly effort to be chased

He is golden green leaves that are waiting to bow down & kiss the feet of Mother Earth for granting them life unconditionally

But more of that,
He is a human flirting with ideas that are unfolding in the vast landscape of his mind
For no other reason than to evoke a reaction from the reader, a chemical reaction