First, there is the Hum
Announcing the pregnancy
Preparing the midwife of words
For the birth

The genders of thought and passion
Alas have mated
The Conception is done

Now as an unexpected
Midnight mailman
Or the urgent crying of a child

The impatient tapping
Of the Conductor's Baton
Demands response to the call
For word music

The hum lays the meter
The heart pumps
Fresh mind juice
The fingers twitch

The delivery begins
Muscles of intention
Urge out waves of vision
Love cells paint with words

Ink blood oozes
Etchings of curious
Considerations upon
The soft thought sheet
Rising to life
Crying at the pain
Of the newly injected soul

The scribbled gift
Is gently laid
Into the hands
Of humanity

With pride
And hope
Fear and Will
And always

From the poet
Fair or ugly
Some form
Of Love