A poet unseen

 Here the poet stands in the familiar unfamiliar
You rub your eyes, face of the man unseen
The face is concealed only words can be heard
Words that rhyme and catch meaning

He gives and takes like a tide
stands still between roads
Observing the chaotic
the metaphor flows

The poet stands with words accumulated
He selects which ones highlight reality best
To conjure the desire for a glorious birth
To make way for a relieving death