A new poem...

A New Poem… 

resembles a baby giraffe, 
dropped
onto the ground, raising 
her head, struggling to stand
on lanky legs    her life 
depends on it

or it mirrors a wild river
cascading thoughtless
over rocky terrain 
quickens, gaining
traction as new streams
enter

pushes out—a new shoot,  
tentative, its two tender 
leaves driven upward
toward fullness

rarely pours onto the page
whole
lift your hands  
allow her the shape
she already knows