the smell of your pages
is enough to fill me up
for weeks
i devour your words
as if i will never see more
each paragraph
a spiritual awakening
of my soul
and it is never
satiated
always needing more
more
rooting to the earth
spreading underneath
sidewalks and backyards
yet
flying free in the open air
among the birds
and the butterflies
each letter fills every inch
of this space we call
our universe
and i am honored
to be a part of it
even as the smallest tree
still growing its roots
and stretching its limbs
–poetry
putting down the rope 