How To Write A Poem

I am fanning the charcoals

with a composition notebook

hey don’t burn that she says

there’s a poem in there

a journal is a lovely place

to put your world down I say

as I hand it back step aside

and watch her start writing

everything down intently

naturally knowing how

each thing requires thought

she waits for the spirit

then not stopping driven

she’s off into that inner sky

how big is it now I wonder

then a loud bird churrs

and tears her from herself

she looks up waves at the bird

as if to an old friend

now she’s observing

angling her head to gaze then

drawing going back and forth

capturing the forms

where she can see the soul

of something she starts singing

to herself and I re-join her

see the coals are glowing

wanna see the poem I drawed

okay I say little pictures

and perfectly spanned lines

squiggled on the page lovely

I say there is a poem in there