Sunday

poem by Dave Morrison

I want to say something.
I want to say something
in such a way that hearing
it causes a swelling in
the chest.
I want to say something that
has the force of love behind
it like a strong wind blowing
open a door.
I want to say something
that nearly makes me
weep and makes me
question if I should say
it at all.
I want to say something
that peels away a veil
covering a mystery so
that the act of saying is
an act of discovery.
I want to say something
that is useful or comforting
or inspiring.  I want to
perform that holy magic
trick where thought and breath
create art.
I want to say something
to clear the way for
another something to follow.

So today, for me, this
is poetry:
a space and the hunger to
fill it with something
good.