i wonder . . .

i wonder

i wonder

what is the source

what is the path

the course

that inspiration travels

as it unravels

to come to consciousness

and be expressed

in our word

i sit in silence

in the absence of movement

watching

observing

waiting for her holy presence

to grace me with her essence

once again

like a desert waif

i thirst to drink

the refreshing water

from her well

of no walls, no boundaries

that i may be filled

and my need be stilled

and my pad be quilled

as words come to being

i am not pleading this time

for rhyme

no, i will humbly accept

without reservation

what may come

all i wish to witness

is where does it come from

i wonder

(c)  20 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.