Philosopher 1-26-10

Early morning philosopher
Harvester of thoughts
That are at rest and waiting
In the drops of dew settled upon leaves and petals and grass
Your words pour out and move through me
Sending a soothing-or shocking-wave
Of wisdom
Poetic verse drifting into my begging ears
You’ve been blessed with a power
Solidifying dreams or vocalizing
Ungraspable ideas that often
Float up like feathers
On the breeze
Too light
To catch
In fumbling, reaching hands.