When I'm poetic in the flow
of the birthing waters of creation,
I'm infused with joy by the hum of its waves.
Its gentle vibration soothes the infant in me.
There's no fussing, crying or need to suckle;
only the real smiles of a baby.
I think the words immersed
in creative waters flow
to show me
the wisdom of my infancy.
(Inspired by the book, "Flow", by Mihaly Csiksentmchalyi, which I read years ago.)
(For Poets United where Sherry asks us to write about the joy of poetry.)