here is what it is

here is what it is:
joy found in
the act of translating
perception to expression.
a rebirth of early
childhood, perhaps,
saying our first
syllable, speaking
our first words. we
come back to this,
constructing poetry,
like nursery blocks
pure color, red/blue/yellow
click/tap together
pure sound, see how they
fit? pure form.
knocked down, re-
stacked, again and again
for our pleasure. and
then, magic: someone else
reads, or hears,
re-lives that
re-living. says
ah. yes.