Writing a poem is like jumping
Into the deep end of the pool.
Think too much and I’ll remember
I never learned to swim
It’s always best to let go
Flail a bit with arms and legs
Feel my skin dissolve into nothingness
Let my essence lead the way
Let the water in me
Commune with the water around me
As if there is no pool and no paper
As if all is Poetry
Jewniquely Myself 
Season’s Greetings! Joan–The magic of metaphor waltzes through your poem.
May your poems make your December even more delightful!
Alice and Willow
Thank you, sweet friend. Always such a treat to hear your thoughts, to find you here. Blessings and peace to you, Alice and Willow! *willows in mist**pawprints in snow*