fingertips pause,
poised over letters
suggests
that vague clouds
skating in from the west
first survey
your neighborhood
for interesting sounds
before morphing
into their
reciprocating shapes—
suggests verbs
once roamed the great
plains of the page
before Proper Nouns came
to tranquilize
and train them for the circus—
suggests meaning
is a desert lake
which ripples in the distance,
and purpose
isn't given to us
pre-ordained—but made.
