I am nothing
Without what is said
In this flowing phrase
Effervescent
As a stream which moves
Against meaning
Too empty for souls
Who can swim

Like waters alive
From belief
And deliberate dreams
Merely pushing
Through bubbling joys
So inspired
By our sparkling hopes
Fighting back

Still despite how fear
Trickles down
Where gravity pulls
Easy currents
Soon following brooks
Along hillsides
Even God must climb
Needing help

Till our art comes close
Floating near
High above those rocks
Weighing heavy
Always blocking verse
Aiming upwards
Since poetry treads
Seeking truths

Using beauty
Defying that lie
When ascending heights
Seeming natural
If such steep inclines
Present obstacles
Only honest words
Could resist

Like cascading tears
Which reverse
Turning every fall
Into evidence
Of divine intent
We’re expressing
While creation
Does all the rest.

• J. Pigno