Don't Just Sit There!

A poem swells like the ocean tide, rushing in,
the emotion fills you like the power of a first kiss,
soft, gentle, strong,
tenitive excitement giving voice
to the mundane brilliance we pass by on the street
the moments, the miracles trodden under our feet.
Sure you can turn on the TV prop up your feet,
rest your head on a throw pillow,
forget what you've seen.
The lessons the longing let it all go
who needs to make sense of the tide as it flows.
NO
Pick up your pen, be it blue be it pink.
Categorize, catalog sort it all out you.
You will need it again. The record keeps spinning until you give in.
Let the rhythm grab you shake you alive
God forbid you let life pass you by.