If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

Keats

…as words unfurl 
from branched fingers
to light on a perfect page
in shifting shining meanings, 
sounding:…don’t understand 
language…as grammar, 
grammering breath to shape: 
a silver-barked laurel tree 
leafing, reaching through 
description to perception…
see c or sea or s or is or…
as easy as a word means 
its senses: inscription 
a form of touch
…of laurel says laurel, 
laurel to the leaf…a page,
words reach edge to edge,
each to each, leaves to a tree.