Poems are everywhere

Poems are Everywhere

Poems are everywhere.

They wait patiently

In the dark of the refrigerator.

When the light shines on

They jump out at me

Spilling the catsup

And tumbling over olives.

They hide in the blueberry smear

On the dish I am washing

Telling me where the berry

Grew ripe and bold

And the chemical composition of

dish soap bubbles.

They slip in the crack

Of the brown lanai boards

And emerge as brilliant green

Transformed into geckos

That devour moths

And crisscross spiders.

They whisper

 From chipped toenail polish

shiny blue, white on the edges

telling the stories

Of stretching into soft wet sand,

Bare footed on velvety avocado leaves

Or tip toe to change a light bulb.

A poem sneaks from a single word

Rattling around for days

Inside a mind

Too busy to listen.

But the word will not be quiet

And a poem drums in to existence

From nowhere.